Autumn
I can trace the autumn
in poetry and postcards
from beaten booklets in dusty drawers.
How shall I sketch the sky
where a vermillion leaf soars.
I can smell the autumn
wave it's amber perfume
when twilight...
in poetry and postcards
from beaten booklets in dusty drawers.
How shall I sketch the sky
where a vermillion leaf soars.
I can smell the autumn
wave it's amber perfume
when twilight...