Fleeting Autumn - Poem by Hor-ming Lee
The earth’s blossom spell is all finished
Beauteous Beaver Lake scenes seems vanished.
Confused petals, disorderly oak leaves
Heavily brushing over the house eaves.
The hiking of Double Ninth Day’s ebbing
Mountain climbers dispersed and departed
Morn till night the biting north wind buzzing
Front and back doors remain doubly locked.
In an eye twinkle autumn to nougat comes.
With the drizzle two missed cats return home.
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