A Silent Leaf Falls

Gray, damp day today;
Not a shaft of sunlight comes;
Weeds bloom on the porch.

Above the green bush
The leaves of the tree are brown.
Summer's really gone.

Last walk for a month;
How strange--comings and goings;
Goats watch my sadness.



Light brown protuberance--
New pine cones appear on tree.
They will rule winter.

Beyond the link fence,
A cluster of blue flowers.
Are they imprisoned?

They're no longer white--
Clusters of blooms on the bush;
Still, they're hanging on.

A gray soft blanket,
Above the trees and mountain,
Covering the sky.

Murmur in the sky:
Plane rumbles above the clouds;
A silent leaf falls.