SOMETIMES IN AUTUMN
- © Christine Klein
- Jan 16, 2017
- 1 min read
Sometimes in Autumn
when leaves are swirling down
from trees
it feels like dreams,
coming adrift,
hopes
desires,
illusions
flying away,
taking a piece of life with them
a little bit of dying ...
How could I endure it
without knowing
the rebirth of a new spring
allowing, fresh leaves
to emerge on the tree?
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