Leaves are dancing, yet falling
Winds are weak, but blowing
Clouds are sunny, skies are gray
Lilies are still and poised to pray
Is it really time for snowing?
Perhaps rainy paves for draining?

No, it is just a somber summer
When skins are dry, twigs slimmer
But why the nights are longer?
And frozen wild dreams stronger?
Within my burning colder breast
And steady, wiser mind unrest
A shrieking voice from a nearby cave;
'Lo! harvest ended and I'm not saved! '