I look.
I see.
An old wooden fence.
The rain falls.
The wind blows.
I wonder.
For how many years? For how many seasons?
Has this scene been.
Re-visited.
Re-peated.
Re-turned to and looked at once and again.
No thing.
Every thing.
Last leaves.
Hints of color.
Beautiful in its simplicity.
Elegant in its grace.