IN A DARK TIME, THE EYE BEGINS TO SEE - THEODORE ROETHKE
THE CYCLE Brown and faded leaves are falling Leaving the trees bare and barren Empty and looking utterly forlorn Night becomes day and Autumn is calling First as a whisper; a windy murmur Getting louder and clearer; nearer and nearer The fading leaves are long since buried Forgotten and dead to the... Sign in to see full entry.