Autumn Day

Lord, it's time.  The summer was so complete.

Lay your shade upon the sundial,

and loose your wind across the fields.

Command the last fruit to ripen.

Give them two more southerly days.

Bring them to fullness, and gather

the last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Those without a house won’t build one now.

Those who are alone will remain so for a long time;

they’ll lie awake, read, write long letters,

and wander the streets restlessly, back and forth,

as the leaves begin to fall.