A sleepiness lies over the garden now
And summer spread has withered away
Slumber is now beginning to take place
As though it's the end of the day
Last sunshine flickered over petals
And now they weep with fear
For they must shrivel and rest alone
Till the coming of next year
Rose heads have turned into juicy fat hips
Cotoneaster berries are aflame in red
Purple clematis faces are drawn and expiring
Fragrant battalions are exhausted and dead