Autumn Elegy
Autumn leaves come tumbling down:
Orange, yellow, shades of brown;
Sun-dried, shaken, lost their grip:
Sailing breeze-borne like a ship;
Tossing, tacking, left and right:
Unpredictable their flight;
Watch them wander down the street,
Where in huddled heaps they meet;
Left behind their mother tree:
Weeping still as each floats free.
