In autumn when the leaves burn bright
We used to see the geese in flight
But now the sky is dull and still
The heavy sun sinks without will.
The geese fly out where I can’t see
And so their lives are closed to me
So the city is more bare
Even sparrows disappear
Watching geese gave me much joy
I often stopped to see them fly
I envied them their spread out wings
The beauty of this made me sing.
But now my mouth is shut and cold
My heart and body grow more old.
The city with its belt of
of green
Is choked by houses small and mean.
Yet in the pavement small weeds grow
To the cracks a life bestow
Sometimes daisies,sometimes grass
There is never total loss
And tbrough the eye within my mind
The image of the geese I find.
