Threshold
Read 'Threshold' by 'Howard Nemerov' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
When in still air and still in summertime
A leaf has had enough of this, it seems
To make up its mind to go; fine as a sage
Its drifting in detachment down the road.
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