Autumn has come.
Crickets shrill in the moonlight. Emotion wells in the poet's heart.
Autumn is hushed and still.
No turmoil, no raging currents can disturb the poet's mind.
Autumn is noble.
A season clear as a mirror, a time to advance, with a benevolent mind, in the struggle for justice.
Autumn is serenity.
Deep in the poet's heart is a great clarity that distinguishes good from evil.
Autumn is a time for thinking.
