Late Autumn Morning

The sunlight is still bright but lesser
Than those in the summer dawns
The temperature still rises but weaker
And slower like it was haunted
The coldness was sent by the wind with the rustling sound
Green has still remained on the leaves of the grass though
but on their tips yellow and dryness has already hung

Frost looked cold and shining off-screen white            
Birds sang irresistibly  but felt a bit numb
while the wind plumed harp tune high

Time is as spacious as earth or sky         
But the dreams cannot  be exactly kept          
Wild geese start to go their southern home 

By making an array fly

Someone like me in their middle ages
Will  face the desolate circumstances 
As the late autumn morning  said

Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2018

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