Gray Sky and Crow Cry

Gray sky, falling leaves;
I go to my road again.
The joy of return.

Brown spots on green lawn;
Yellow leaves shake in tree limbs;
It's happened before.

Hardy chicory
Standing at the roadside
Dares winter to come.

Gray sky and crow cry;
Gentle breeze sweeps up the road;
Goats keep on eating.

Swirling dark waters
Ebb around the mossy rock,
Topped by a dry leaf.

Green on brown blanket;
Summer slides into winter;
What season is this?



Black shoe in the leaves;
Tread holds firmly to the sky.
But where is the foot?

Echo of faint breeze--
Dry leaves float above the road;
Then distant bird sounds.