We Need the Dreaded Autumn

Gray haired orchards are still smoking in birds Our inner plains revolt in signs of the zodiac The longing creaks in white petals Northern winds plan spreading of harvest We need the dreaded autumn... Foals still wash their manes in dreams The echo of romance spreads withered leaves Last night I dreamed storms in daffodils Nature’s nightmare tumble tumult Bucks thrust hunger in wolves Snow stormy hour entangles in hair Frost bites the sweetness in hives Gray haired orchards are still smoking in birds Our inner plains do not believe in dreams The echo of romance spreads withered leaves Last night it felt like snowstorms in daffodils. (written in my teenage years, translated now)