There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
Where the cheerful sickle walked and the ear fell,
Now everything is empty - space is everywhere -
Only a web of thin hair
Glistens on the idle furrow...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away -
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...

Such beautiful imagery capturing the essence of autumn! The transition from the vibrant harvest season to the quiet, serene atmosphere before winter sets in is truly magical. The description of the empty fields and the anticipation of the first winter storms paints a vivid picture of nature's cycles. Thank you for sharing this poetic reflection.