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 the autumn season. The transition from the vibrant harvest to the tranquil emptiness of the fields is truly poetic. The description of the crystal-clear days and radiant evenings paints a serene picture of nature's beauty. Thank you for sharing this evocative poem.