I’m just a golden leaf in memoirs of Autumn…
My flight is ever brief and soon forgotten.
Days grow short in light of westering sun,
Yet candlelight dims not ere words are spun
Into a seamless string of endless lay,
Where faded runes yet sing, as though a fey…
I’m golden leaf, ‘tis true… None time shall outlast,
Yet, Autumn’s potent brew will never be surpassed…
Response to Наташа Крофтс’s “I’m just a golden leaf.”: http://www.stihi.ru/2008/08/18/579

