Analysis of Season

Ruby-veins crept into the foliage.

Then the pond was calm and wide.

By the forest's edge brightly scattered

Bluish speckles and brown dust lay.

A fisherman drew in his nets.

Then dusk came over the field.

But, a yard shined still palely illuminated

And maids brought fruit and wine.

Distantly a shepherd's song died after.

Then huts stood bleak and strange.

The forest in gray shroud

Evoked sad memory.

And overnight time became quiet

And an army of ravens flew

As if in black holes in the forest and moved

Toward the town's very distant ringing.