An Autumn Landscape

The sun is autumn calm
as though in mourning;
behind the slender cypress trees
behind the white wall of the graveyard. –


The grass all red in the sun. –
Do you wear the clogs of dogma?
A bicycle abandoned on an autumn road.
You ride through a dying landscape.


A staid man walks the field,
he is as cold as autumn,
he is as sad as autumn.
Faith in humanity.
To me it is a sacred thought.
A speechless silence is like sorrow.
I am no longer sad
for I do not think of myself.
(Contributed by Jery on Thursday, March 17th, 2011)
 
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