The last of the leaves have fallen
So gently to the ground
The music that was autumn
Now does not make a sound
The trees that once made patterns
Against the evening sky
Lie in all their stillness
While the birds no longer cry
Insects in their thousands
Have ceased to be once more
As nature in her rhythm
Again has closed that door
So all will sit so quiet
While waiting for the spring
And the rebirth of my garden
That time alone will bring
PTT 03.11.18
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