Now the cold has come at last
Into the days and into my heart;
And rememberance of gone days
Fills my restless mind, again.
Browned and yellowd leaves
Lie on the street, fallen
Like papers, speaking of incidents
That somehow troubled my lonely heart.
Gone is the sun of Spain,
Gone my feelings of affection
That had seemed to end my seclusion;
Washed away by time and habituation.
The flowers of summer have withdrawn
Into their cosy shelters;
But at least they can come back
Unlike my memories and the days.
So much must have happened
But even now Ive lost most of it
In the decay of recollection
And more will be lost, never to come back.
Winds stirr up dust and things,
Whirling them around and around
Like the feeling of my soul
Are turned inside out.
Problems seem easy to forget
And yet mess up my self;
I want to forget my fears
But they cant be turned down.
The feelings of this season
Are like the old friends
I have met long ago
And whom I remembered well.
And though it was nice
To see them again, these weeks ago,
They fail to turn up now
When Id need them most.
They cant chase away my troubles;
Like these autumn winds
That cannot be placated
By the pleas of my yearning.
So I must try to endure,
Warm up my heart, recall my happiness,
Calm down my disturbed longings
With my art of transformation
Of want into bliss.