Let leaves yellow, curl, fall -
fall to grass overlooking the olive river.
The ground exhales the autumn air
and trees rustle and breathe.
The quiet conversation continues
in scent and whisper
and love to love
until all rest in winter's blankets.
Let leaves yellow, curl, fall -
fall to grass overlooking the olive river.
The ground exhales the autumn air
and trees rustle and breathe.
The quiet conversation continues
in scent and whisper
and love to love
until all rest in winter's blankets.
I have tilled and planted,
share-cropped the spring and summer of years
and now September fields, harrowed and brown
await the winter planting.