«Exists in the autumnal growing / A brief, but an enchanting phase: / The day – as if in crystal glowing, / The dusk – in the resplendent glaze. Where ears fell to zesty sickle’s rending, / It’s bare around; through a widespread range / Glows only, thinning and unbending, / A web...»
«There is a fleeting, wondrous moment / during autumn’s early days: / time stands motionless, time’s a crystal, / evenings bathe in brilliant rays. Where sickles swung and crops were toppled, / there’s just an empty wasteland now. / A strand of glittering web is all you notice / ac...»
«You’re here again – and of a sudden / A warmth long gone floods my dead heart, / And all I thought forgot, unbidden / Returns, of me becomes a part. Just as spring’s breath may soft come stealing / Upon the air on late fall’s day / And rouse in us a vanished feeling / Of life, o...»
«I met you and the past / came back to life in my dead heart. / Remembering a golden time, / my heart became so warm. Just as in late autumn / there are days, the transient hour, / when suddenly spring wafts again / and something stirs within us, so, winnowed within by the breath ...»