With moist dewy dreams, a morn,festive,

This morn is You
For this morn carries coolness of dew
On shirt collar, eyes, glasses,
Even on mind...
This morn is all yours...

And so me finds
Your ways of calling autumn
To this city...
The little children looking out of car
Smiling at a big poster
Announcing themes...

And as it seems
The sky is beautifully soft
As You from heaven only can festive ideas drop...

And the breeze is extraordinary
For she carries moisture of shiuli dreams...
White and orange...

And here and there
Kash flowers are waiting...
They are,
Surely,

For
You
Are
Calling
Autumn...