Sob my weekly writing challenge for WOLF PUBLISHING.
Once again autumn arrives in my garden,
Making the vigorous scenes as dry as dust,
Sitting at this oak bench for your pardon,
Chilly breeze sighs on your way; unjust.
Morbid tress shedding their leaves,
Who are running wild as mink,
Raven cries with me in my grief,
I still wait here without a wink.
© 韩瑞雅 Hán Ruì Yǎ
of Becoming Confucius