`
Leaves
Now gold and orange,
and red
Shimmer in the sun.
They look beautiful.
Excited
and full of mirth.
And I so like the way
They sing and they sway.
Yet, I cannot love them.
Pretty they may be
But they do not belong to me.
`
Leaves
Now gold and orange,
and red
Shimmer in the sun.
They look beautiful.
Excited
and full of mirth.
And I so like the way
They sing and they sway.
Yet, I cannot love them.
Pretty they may be
But they do not belong to me.
`
Minneapolis, MN,
October, 2007
