Poetry Sunday: Falling Leaves and Early Snow by Kenneth Rexroth
The leaves are falling or have already fallen and I've heard rumors of snow in the more northerly climes. Around here we are still easing slowly through autumn with occasional returns to summer-like days. But it's almost December and we usually get our first frost sometime around the middle of the month. And on the long nights, the owls cry in the sifting darkness, and the moon has a sheen like a glacier.
Falling Leaves and Early Snow
by Kenneth Rexroth