石基連詩集
by Raymonde Sacklyn
Autumn
The Autumn is here.
The leaves are falling,
Covering the ground.
Once red earth turns to brown …
Then, grey.
I look to the horizon:
I know that nature of the calling.
The seasons change.
Soon, the warm sun’s contribution
Will be replaced by cold, slashing,
Biting winds that tear at soft flesh.
Man emulates Nature and, sadly,
Today’s friendship becomes
Tomorrow’s retribution.
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