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

Thanksgiving

After this golden harvest

Squirrel, too

Autumn approaching

Colours are lugubrious

But not cricket’s song

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