Will it never end--
This luscious,warm Fall weather?
It seems eternal.
Twinkle in the sun--
Spider web strands shake and shine.
Never a spider.
Last green in the Spring;
Last turning orange in Fall.
Tree has its own time.
Lone crow walks the road
Just like a pedestrian;
(Until a car comes)
A delicate weave--
Slender, silver, fluffy strands:
Pampas tapestry.
Coal black and alone--
Rotten tree stump still standing--
Decay's dignity.
Three crows on a tree;
They sit still like black statues.
Then one flies away.
Suspended in air,
Leaf is caught by my camera:
Eternity now!
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