The Code and the Notes

Sometimes, I ask,What's the point, what's the reason?And what I answer depends on the seasonIn winter it's warmth, and in summer it's joy.But there is this thing that I keep coming back toMy whole life this one thing was true. With the

The Fallen Leaves

The fallen leaves, this autumn, have been piled,So that she can keep right on top of them;And, if the heaps mean every leaf is filed,Then such is life, the tidiness may stem. Wild thoughts of blooming breezes and the storm,That lies