from "While Passing Through"/Fall
Windblown dry leaves
rest on a doormat inside
the senior center.
you're welcome, anil. and thanks for reading it and taking the time to comment. appreciatively, glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Says so much. Dry leaves can be beautiful too...
Thanks, Laurie. This was one of those things I witnessed that struck me pretty much immediately. Thie mention of leaves reminds me of the poem Ars Poetica by Archibald MacLeish. Do you know it? It’s an outstanding one about reading and writing poetry. Be blessed! -Glen