Letter from Home

Leaves fall soft on my lap under the oak trees –
‘Come back home when the fruits are ripe.’

Breezing in through the woods I read the words
Written in dewdrops on the leaves.

Cranes answer the silent call
In the tawny sky of the autumn eve.

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