Nasir's English Journal

Today, I rode by
Leaves dropping near trees
In the afternoon
When wind whirled them to the sky,
Thickly, silently,
Fell, like snowflakes wiping out noon;
And wandered thence
For thinking of multitude
All withering lay,
Slain by no wind of age
But their beauty strewed
Snowflakes on the Flemish clay.