My thoughts are like falling leaves,
More beautiful for the bitterness
Of frosts —
Perhaps they will be gathered
And fill the air with the pungent odor
Of smoke.
Or perhaps the brightness of one
May amuse some child
Till, like a leaf,
It withers and dies.
This piece originally appeared in New Strung Bow, a book of poems written by Sarah Lawrence students that was published in 1932.