Autumn
All day I have watched the purple vine leaves Fall into the water.
And now in the moonlight they still fall. But each leaf is fringed with silver.
Amy Lowell
All day I have watched the purple vine leaves Fall into the water.
And now in the moonlight they still fall. But each leaf is fringed with silver.
A quiet day by the water drifts into night. The speaker has watched purple vine leaves fall into the water all day, a slow, repetitive motion that feels calm and faintly sad. Now, in the moonlight, the leaves are still falling—but each one is edged with silver.
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