This is what autumn brought. Cool fruit
on a glass bowl. Heavy, dark-emerald
grapes, jasper-bright pears,
its countless, exuberant, glorious jewels.
Waterdrop runs on a berry,
and rolls away, like the diamond.
It is the grandeur, unpitying, serene,
It would be better to live. But the trees across
are waveing to me with their golden hands.