Autumn Days

As I stood

In the leaf-strewn wood

Listening to birdsong,

I heard the leaves

Falling from trees

And thought how short

Is our birdsong.

 

 

And the Autumn breeze

Scented with leaves

Spoke of the joy

Of temperate days.

 

 

Yes, everything must decay.

But autumn lawns

Are covered in acorns

And children play

As I once did

When I hid

Amidst these Autumn trees

And fallen leaves.