Fallen Leaves

I am the visitation

Like gathering cockatoos

In their noisy tribes

Adorning the ghostly gums

Or the silent burgeoning

Of Easter Daisies

Oceans of mauve in their drift

Or as the cooling breeze

That gathers fallen leaves

I have my allotted season

And my plot upon earth

As I gather up humanity

Behind my swirling wake

Deep within our fall.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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