Secret Haiku

Autumn leaves turn gold Apples have fallen
Embracing twilight's decline Time's fountain run dry of dew
Feeds ground then rebirth Moments, only, hang

Like a Tyger, Tyger, over-pondering the origins of its being, I am tired and worn. The good thing about being an English major: Little homework, no tests. Bad thing about being an English major: Papers, papers, all at once.