low over the valley,
honking geese,
blossoms of fall
Ripples from a little-boat life
low over the valley,
honking geese,
blossoms of fall
like autumn leaves I am dying,
much more slowly,
no less certainly
wind-flashed hints of red
from the Chinese pistache –
first notes of fall
leaf after leaf floats,
like moments of our living,
until the last one touches ground
leaves linger
slowly baring branches
this year     a late fall