Wednesday, March 21, 2012


The yellow birch has shed its leaves
The white ash has turned purple in fall.
The sourwood bracts lie in orange sheaves
While the red sugar maple towers tall.

Since you cannot travel with me
To witness autumn’s dappled view,
An armload of fallen leaves I carry
To bring all autumn home to you.

Diptesh Ghosh

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