Feelings at The Beginning of Winter

Leaves are falling,
the wild-geese pass southward,
The wind blows cold on the river
My home is by the far far away,
Far distant from the piled clouds of here
My homesick tears are spent in a land of strangers!
I watch a solitary sail by the sky’s rim.
I am lost and want to ask the way:
There is only the level sea and the formless dusk…………

BlackOrchid. write at Melbourn
2007.07.02