Late September leaves shed
reddish yellow orange
mums huddle together nightly
like purple dying soldiers
the chattering of field sparrows
has changed
These sad fragments of autumn
do not belong to me exclusively
out of respect, I will soon forget
my name
Autumn Nirvana
Re: Autumn Nirvana
Ok just don't 4get the poems 
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.