The autumn flame us scorch yet,
Under this azure could, dark blue,
That it’s accept for pacific lakes,
Reflecting its serene melancholy,
Not yet virgin…
The sky hold in its palms
Its heavy tummy,
Pregnant with future snow-fall.
Soon the waters will sever
Raining in torrents, from the clouds,
The winds will jar in windows, in morn…
But we have a little pause, today –
For delight with the autumnal mystery
And the last solar days,
That hold us with one foot in summer.
O, if will have a little chance,
But the time no stay in place
And is irreversible.