Threshold Poem by Howard Nemerov

Threshold

Rating: 2.9


When in still air and still in summertime
A leaf has had enough of this, it seems
To make up its mind to go; fine as a sage
Its drifting in detachment down the road.


Anonymous submission.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Howard Nemerov

Howard Nemerov

New York City, New York
Close
Error Success