Leaf Collector's day job is to sit behind a desk.
To calculate.
Like a treadmill calculating heart beats.
Can you calculate the coming days of winter?
I always thought you could.
Now I'm not sure.
Walking down the path yellow and green.
A million of leaves.
Falling.
(2019-10-30)
Such a nice poem, Joan. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is something very beautiful in this short poem.... but it is very hard to define and hard to explain.10+