I do not know when summer had gone and autumn came. Not yet autumn leaves, but wind and sunset tell me transparent autumn is here.
When wind blows, silver grasses bow.
They are shining in the early sunset.
Young sunset over Great Buddha Hall.
Over the five storied pagoda.
Nara is a blaze in the sunset.
I love gold waves of paddy fields. Contentment and tenderness of autumn.
I don't know the names of grasses but they are beutiflly shinning.
Who Has Seen the Wind?
by Christina Rosetti
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
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