Evening - early autumn
farewells the sun
as it drops
leaf-like
out of sight;
stencil trees'
sap fails to rise;
the Moon, remote
as dead men's eyes,
ascends
where desiccated paddocks
feel the frost's first bite.
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What a pity I don't have a memory to remember the poem straight away after first reading
BR,
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