I wish I could understand Fall,
so many and so diverse yellows,
falling and carpeting the ground.
Easy is Summer,
its spectacle of sun over blue.
And Spring with its garlands
of feverish bromelias; of acacias
and wild orchids.
I wish I could understand Fall,
its yellows that fall;
its intention of, by and by, advance
towards snow -- Winter
and its lead horizon.