Hovering near freezing
There is no frost on the ground.
Brown is the color.
There is no frost on the ground.
Brown is the color.
Through the tree tops
A faded blue sky shows.
It matches my mood.
A faded blue sky shows.
It matches my mood.
No ducks on the pond;
Only reflections of reeds
And the sunless sky.
Only reflections of reeds
And the sunless sky.
Chaos of branches
Blossoms on the neat front lawn.
Wind has had its way.
Blossoms on the neat front lawn.
Wind has had its way.
Dead vines on dead tree
Seem to be strangling it,
Even in its death.
Seem to be strangling it,
Even in its death.
Among the brown leaves
White bag of garbage was strewn.
(What thought was there here?)
Neatly stacked bottles
Stand empty by the roadside;
A gift to the world.
Stand empty by the roadside;
A gift to the world.
Patch of dark earth
Amid oceans of brown leaves
Raises some questions.
Amid oceans of brown leaves
Raises some questions.
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