In this secluded place
Amid the hills and lakes
This morning I await
Not letters, news or guests…
I like a pagan wait here for the sun
And bowing down to it
I crave
Its autumn warmth
Which as a last reward
I wish to save and leave
To trees and window-panes,
To winter crops and to your heart
When winter comes,
When early snows conceal the paths
And these few
Yellow maple leaves…
I hold them in my hand
Like crumbs of sunshine…
I await the sun.
(Eugenijus Matuzevicius)
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