Cruel autumn has arrived!
The rose's red dress is torn
the willow's branches have dropped
repenting for missed prayers.
The lily has drawn her sword
the jasmine is shielded ready to fight.
The nightingale
jealous of the rose's admirers
suffers in silence.
The trees lifting their arms in despair
wonder why the buds are hidden
and who has broken the violets' back.
Cruel autumn has arrived but behold
the hope of spring for whatever
autumn destroys spring will replenish.
All this talk of roses, nightingales, and gardens
is only a screen I hide behind
because Love is jealous.
