Fall
The leaves are golden showers
raining down on me.
My feet crunch beneath my feet.
The trees are like a golden cave.
Leaves are constantly raining down on me.
I see a cherry blossom floating down,
and it lands on my hair.
I pluck it out,
and set it on the ground.
In fall, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful
than the golden shower I’m in now.
Sylvia S. 4th