Lord, it is time. This was a very big summer. <br />Lay your shadows over the sundial, <br />and let the winds loose on the fields. <br /> <br />Command the last fruits to be full; <br />give them two more sunny days, <br />urge them on to fulfillment and throw <br />the last sweetness into the heavy wine. <br /> <br />Who has no house now, will never build one. <br />Whoever is alone now, will long remain so, <br />Will watch, read, write long letters <br />and will wander in the streets, here and there <br />restlessly, when the leaves blow.<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fall-day/
