Late Fall Day At Iris Garden Poem by Kinsley Lee

Late Fall Day At Iris Garden

The wind brushes the leaves, so I can hear
the forest's noisy hum,
The silver grasses sway on mounds;
by lakes, reeds softly drum.

Where have the summer iris blooms
been all, faded away?
A cormorant diving in the stream silently,
it adds the view of fall day.

Monday, November 25, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,silver,summer
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