As soon as fading gliding leaves
Should take away my endless silence
I know that every autumn gives
Those holy signs from cloud islands.
And here ribbons of the smoke
Get to the images of ruins -
Under the drear ancient oak,
Among the idle sounds of boomings.
How can I reach that peaceful bay
Or find another fancy harbour..,
Along this coloured autumn way
I can’t see leaf looks like another.
Wet nights withdrew from lawn grass
Those diamonds of clear water
Under the moonlight river glass
They shine more happily and hotter.
My boredom left me all alone
But autumn crop is only sadness,
I feel this autumn poor crone
Entwined with solitude and madness.