I wish I could capture
This autumn day,
Where the sunshine follows rain…

Where the leaves generate such a mellow vein—
So scattered are they,
In their red-yellow way,
On an under each tree,
As to mimic the brushstrokes of Revonkorpi.

I wish I could capture
This autumn breeze,
Who surrounds and stirs the air…

Who dances in step between calm and austere—
Such a powerful ease
To disquiet the trees,
Disattach their décor,
And to sweep through my wide-open library door.

I wish I could capture
This autumn sun,
Who shines, and hides, and shines…

Who sends through the window her warming lines—
To the dust dancing gold
'Cross the curtains' loose fold,
And the scene peering through
Is an October landscape in lustrous hue.

I wish I could capture
This autumn eve,
Who softly dims the sky…

Who calms me with such a repose that I—
Can exactly recall
The feeling of fall.
Of cider and cloves,
Of breathing in deep,
Of strolling for apples…

Of drifting to sleep.