One of these days I have met Autumn.
Whether you will believe, absolutely casually.
In that park where lambs walk.
Ah, it is good, extraordinary …
Where you sew orders, Gold?
Royally every year it is dressed.
The autumn reddens: - I patch that remained to me from a summer.
The flower last has given paints.
It is a little ochra and karmin.
With hot color I shall decorate
I each flower at night long.
Yes only the wind afflicts:
In love and such awkward.
Very strongly it sighs and tears
fragile new things.