On air
Automne feuilles

It’s fall

Paul Verlaine’s poem to greet the arrival of autumn.

Autumn song

The long sobs
Of violins
Of autumn
Wound my heart
With a monotonous
Languor.

All breathless
And pale, when
The hour sounds,
I remember
The old days
And I cry;

And I go
In the ill wind
That carries me
Here, there,
Like the
Dead leaf.

Paul Verlaine, Poèmes saturniens