Trees shed their leaves
\nlike pages vanishing.
\nLife exhausts its meanings.
\nWinter howls.
\nLaughter dies.
\nClocks go round and round,
\nwhere their place is
\nonly time can tell,
\nhour or the day.
\nStorms come,
\nand fall asleep.
\nShadows scuttle on the snow.
\nSomething whispers
\nin a far off dream,
\nenough, enough.
\nWhere spring rises
\nis faraway.<\/p>\n
I am left,
\nand fathom something
\ndark and sad.
\nWhat will winter
\nmake of me?
\nOutside,
\nleaves falling
\nbeautiful and bright,
\nbut those pages
\ndrifting down,
\nare they the last
\nI\u2019ll read
\nof leaves and spring?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Trees shed their leaves like pages vanishing. Life exhausts its meanings. Winter howls. Laughter dies. Clocks go round and round, where their place is only…<\/p>\n