Work Title

Dry Leaves


In stealth
Stalking its prey
Winter is creeping
Groping its way.

Summer is reigning.
Only the dry leaves
Show it is waning.

Too soon
Comes one final leap
For winter - for summer
Only to weep.

My heart is young.
Dry leaves for me?
From mortals I'm sprung.



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