i.
The year's first falling
leaf against his nose:
does my dog think back
to the Autumn before?
He must, for he is so happy.
ii.
It is so obvious to me:
this tall pile of leaves
belongs to the wind, not
to my red rake and black
plastic bag flapping (empty)
at my feet.
iii.
A boy (and his dog) in
the woods, walking on leaves
as thick as memories;
so glad to be alive
although not yet knowing
(what that means).
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
i.
The year's first falling
leaf against his nose:
does my dog think back
to the Autumn before?
He must, for he is so happy.
ii.
It is so obvious to me:
this tall pile of leaves
belongs to the wind, not
to my red rake and black
plastic bag flapping (empty)
at my feet.
iii.
A boy (and his dog) in
the woods, walking on leaves
as thick as memories;
so glad to be alive
although not yet knowing
(what that means).