Trail with a pattern of yellow leaves
(a poem in prose)
Ran out of road to nowhere.
Started the trail with a pattern of yellow leaves.
He opened the autumn forest
Under heaven moist and shiny
As metal.
Maples affably waved his paws.
The rain has gone.
The wind blew.
Flew leaves.
In the foreground is great.
Tiny - away...
Then, oddly enough,
There were other days.
Went, one after the other...
In mid-October
Beautiful fall leaves.
