A grotesquerie of time
Sculpted faces
Litter the landscape.

Classical columns stand
Jagged and broken or lie
Forlorn.

A soft oriental anxiety
Hangs in clouds over yhe scene,

And all the waves of
History fall.

The shift proceeds-
A drunken monk
Misdeliberates his
Kung Fu.

All is change
All balance is wobble-
The sun sets-uncaring

As I watch the wind
leave,  during Fall
one after another
they would gather
their life now over
only left to lay and decay

Old tree now naked in the Sun!
Much lighter now,
it raises it's limbs up to the heavens
praying
Soon the winds will send Winter
and then it too can rest.