In Groves of Autumn Foliage
In groves of Autumn foliage We sit, my dog and I, Watching the sun descend the heights, Tumbling into the willowy pool As autumn foliage. Billows ring on the lilied lake; The surface breaks anew; I sigh and my dog sighs, For although apart in mind We both know autumn’s foliage. Over the bridge... Sign in to see full entry.