Asters
scattered through my garden
in purple disarray.
(They never take my advice.)
Dancers
bowing to the autumn breeze
in cheerful ignorance.
(I’ve told them winter’s coming.)
—ACF
Asters
scattered through my garden
in purple disarray.
(They never take my advice.)
Dancers
bowing to the autumn breeze
in cheerful ignorance.
(I’ve told them winter’s coming.)
—ACF