When in still air and still in summertime
A leaf has had enough of this, it seems
To make up its mind to go; fine as a sage
Its drifting in detachment down the road.
(Howard Nemerov)
More Poetry from Howard Nemerov:
- The View From An Attic Window (Howard Nemerov Poems)
- Money (Howard Nemerov Poems)
- The host, he says that all is well (Howard Nemerov Poems)
- The Author To His Body On Their Fifteenth Birthday, 29 ii 80 (Howard Nemerov Poems)
- The Brief Journey West (Howard Nemerov Poems)
- The Icehouse In Summer (Howard Nemerov Poems)