Autumn Sonnet Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

and then again today the autumn caught us
at one time we picked sweet fruits
I remember these hot nights well
because she also for you broke them

ripened still on the tree hung
when I only precipitated the apple one
and in it exactly an entire thing is feeling crux
I moved one all fell

the night disappeared into blue folds
here and there interwoven with the frill of clouds
as this way brighten grey dawn at morn

she wanted me to conceal my emotions
at the bottom of the pupil of her great eye
well she could get to know my thoughts