Morning dewdrops balance themselves on slender blades,
but the one-winged grasshopper
            has no song today.

            The little blonde boy with a crooked smile looks sad
standing among colored leaves.

            They remind him how
            his world will shrink again, how winter’s chill will come.

            From the window, his mother watches and recalls
how he came into their lives

            the first day of spring.
            Everything since has been richer, deeper, true r.

Unfurled above autumn scene: yellow-amber sky.
Angelic choir performs bright
            anthem to the day.