Autumn Day

"Lord: now is the time. The summer was very grand.
Lay your shadows on the sun dials,
and turn loose the winds on the fields.

Command the last fruits to ripen;
give them just two more southern days,
press them on towards perfection and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Who has no home now, will no longer begin construction.
Who is alone now, will remain so indefinitely,
and will wake, read, write long letters
and wander to and fro in the avenues,
filled with unrest when the leaves rustle."

Rainer Maria Rilke