The cyclical nature of the seasons, a forewarning of life’s twilight; the unstoppable passage of time and life’s seasons, with their fading memories, serving as a symbol of fate: Autumn.
Autumn
Autumn. We felt its coming
in the wind of August,
in the rains of September
torrential and weeping
and a shiver ran through the earth
which now, bare and sad,
welcomes a bewildered sun.
Now passes and declines,
in this Autumn progressing
with unspeakable slowness,
the best time of our life
and lengthily bids us farewell.
(Vincenzo Cardarelli
from the Collection “Poesie,” 1949)