Where deep autumn trees are tinged, I climb to the pavilion atop the knoll.
In the distance, seagulls cry, and egrets descend on the sandy shoal.
Sitting, leaning like a premier, the calm are the winds, and warm are the rays,
The wild geese pass by the sky and they\'re graceful and thankful like bygone days.
(Mar. 20th, 2024. Kinsley Lee)