Once fluttering above, the leaves are now underfoot.
Above me, wind does its best
Above me, wind does its bestto blow leaves off the Aspen
tree a month too soon. No use,
wind, all you succeed in doing
is making music, the noise
of failure growing beautiful.
--Bill Holm in The Music of Failure (p. 58)
tree a month too soon. No use,
wind, all you succeed in doing
is making music, the noise
of failure growing beautiful.
--Bill Holm in The Music of Failure (p. 58)
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