The Leaves That Fall
Scattered all over gardens and lawns
time’s rogues and heroes fallen together.
Yellow bandannas and helmets of bronze
all blown about by the blustery weather.
These drew sword on the Trojan plain.
They marched in the armies of Nebuchadnezzar.
His kingdom fell, now we watch it again
brought down by pride and love of pleasure.
Here lies Persia – a splendid ruin.
There lies Greece – its glory ended.
Alexander’s might, the grandeur of Rome
in the gallery of time suspended.
Like spirits to us they mutter and sigh
out of the past for whatever reason.
Uncountable faces that flutter and fly,
the leaves that fall in the autumn season.