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...

What a beautifully descriptive portrayal of the transition from autumn to winter! The imagery of the empty fields and the stillness in the air is so vivid. It really captures the essence of that serene yet melancholic time of year. 🍂✨