Fall

Through the little frame of my window I see

Sleepy trees that snore tall,

Brown, red, and yellow leaves  that fall

Against the gray or blue background of sky,

Birds and clouds that fly low and high,

Squirrels and deer that run by,

This neighboring willow that weeps in rain,

And at times a passerby with a bunch of flowers

Who reads my stone face and frowns in vain.

Here I have fallen forever

With my tired body cold, and covered

In this cozy little room deep down in dark,

Listening to wind and dry leaves’ lullaby,

Resting in peace while the world goes by.

Distance is a moment--

The moment that ends all--

Like a dry leaf that swirls and falls.

That’s all.