Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Autumn Moving On

Autumn colours
All decaying to grey
Except the ivy

(Simultaneously published at POETS The Original)

The scattered pine trees
Bowing to the North wind
All are seen as one

Frog jumps into pond
Water cries out in surprise
Howzit moon's image?

Sweet pumpkins
And heeps of sweet root
Scarecrow licks his lips

A beggar at the
Entrance of the underground
Still got worker’s hands

Sand, sand, sand
And brackish water
Oasis still dreams away

After this golden harvest
Squirrel, too

Autumn approaching
Colours are lugubrious
But not cricket’s song


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