“The Autumn Wind...”
“But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.”
“The world know it not; but you, Autumn, I confess it: your wind at night-fall stabs deep into my heart”
“The old church tower and garden wallAre black with autumn rainAnd dreary winds foreboding callThe darkness down again”
“Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street...by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.”
“She smashes her knuckles into winterAs autumn's wind fades into blackShe is the saint of all the sinners,the one whose fallen through the cracks...(iViva la Gloria!)”