Autumn comes in a yellow car,
and it brings grapes.
And the leaves of my cottonwood tree
have been begild by the early autumn.
The warm days have passed,
now rises the smell of ripe fruit.
The autumn, the early, early autumn
Is all made out of copper.
Standing on a branch, a swallow says:
-Soon I'll be leaving.
Sitting in a school desk, a little pupil writes:
-Soon will come the fogs, the rains.
-The late autumn angers me
says the yellow September.
The autumn, the early, early autumn
Has crucified itself over branches.
It comes in a yellow car
and carries yellow leaves.
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