Dead leaf and black crow
That which bloomed in May
Has long since gone away
The haunting loons call
Silent as the leaves fall
Cold winds chop the lake
Making whitecaps and wake
Old groans fill the trees
On a sleepy light breeze
Noisy are the crows
Sitting on bare tree bows
The clouds black and gray
Dark omens on the way
Winters cold and white
The last fading daylight
The leaves have piled high
Left to lay where they lie
Forsaken the rake
The rest the wind can take
I am done I know
With dead leaf and black crow
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