Ailing Autumn Poem by Reva Kern

Ailing and adored autumn
You will die when the storm
Blows in the rose garden
When it will snow
In the orchards
Poor autumn
You die in whiteness and in riches
Of snow and blackberries
At the base of the sky
From sparrowhawks hanging
On the nice clothes of green hair and gnomes
Who have never loved
At distant borders
The deer bellow
And I love, Oh Season, I love your rumblings
The fruits fall without being gathered
The wind and the forest lament
All their tears in autumn
Leaf by leaf
The leaves
We tread
A train
Which rolls
Life which flows