please turn to me
I, too, am a stranger
Basho
In bronze and yellow dying
Colours unfold into dreams
In hordes of a thousand and one
lonely as my heart
this autumn evening
Fallen ill mid-journey
About the burned fields
fly my broken dreams
Basho
When the smallest breeze
Gives us a shower
Of autumn leaves.
Bonfires and pumpkins,
Leaves sailing down -
October is red
And golden and brown.
