“Yellow Leaves”
I was going to the town with a sauntering
mind
When there they were suddenly
In front of the aspen tree
Like a yellow band in the street,
Yellow leaves that were spread
After last night’s wind.
There’s a whispering crowd in my head
And I’m lingering foolishly,
Dabbling the yellow leaves with my feet.
Out of my throng of thoughts
There is no thought clear,
And nothing is near
But the shine of the lightly spread leaves.