I recall that brisk and bracing day: Yellow golden fans edged in green Whipping, swirling ‘mid Sol’s heatless ray And drifting down to lay between The stalks of grass with random pose To make mosaics on the lawn A single day the gods have chose The gingko’s cloak to mandate gone. I remember, I think, that chilly day The skirt shaped leaves upon me lay As ‘neath the branches I lightly sleep And life’s clear moments Time’s burglar reaps; He takes away, I seem to recall, The fleeting scent of the leaves of Fall And then the painting behind my eyes, The light around and within dies. I recall it, I swear, I know I remember That bracing wind of late November. The day the gingko leaves laid down To rest like me…
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