Shaken leaves
How they droop down
Like bitter eyelids
On a bleak day
And the sun
That is scorned so
Relives no agony
For the dying foliage
Similar to the weakened mind
Is hurt, beyond repair
And tousled by
The unforgiving wind
Has nowhere to float
But down
Farther and farther
For the cold
Is neither consoled by light
Nor warmed by sunshine
The leaves, like souls
Simply wither away
Down, down
To the ground
