- e.e. cummings
For those not familiar with typographical /
visual poetry: (that includes me), anyway it says...
1(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness)
Taken last Sunday in my driveway
on a very windy day
summer turning into fall...
leaves blowing in a special way
"Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!"
- Humbert Wolfe