Golden September

Golden September. - Already passing -
no thunderstorms, no prolonged rains.
He leads his sad gaze into the distance,
where there is no convention of ideas.

And it seems that winter is not coming soon...
will come. What will warm -
rays of the sun. -- Severe --
casting long shadows among:

golden valleys and damp beams,
among abandoned fields,
to the cries of lonely jackdaws.
These days are just sweeter to me.