"These are the days of falling leaves,
The days of hazy weather,
Smelling of gold chrysanthemums
And gray wood smoke together
The days of hazy weather,
Smelling of gold chrysanthemums
And gray wood smoke together
These are the nights of nearby stars,
The nights of closer moons,
When the windy darkness echoes
To crickets' farewell tunes."
-Elizabeth-Ellen Long
