Autumn Semester

Geese are stopping by the lake
      On cooling days at dusk.
The corn is dented in the field
      And drying in the husk.

Coneflower and chrysanthemum
      Are withered now and gone.
The redwing from his wetland
      has risen up and flown.

My last semester now is nigh,
      The bright-eyed boys and girls.
And all along the window sill,
      A dust of snowflake swirls.