Walking down the garden path From the house you do not own, Once again you think of how Cool the autumns were at home. Dressed as if you had just left The courtyard of the summer palace, Walk the boundaries of the park, Count the steps you take each day - Miles that span no distances, Journeys in sunlight toward the dark. Sit and watch the daylight play Idly on the tops of leaves Glistening overhead in autumn's Absolute dominion. Nothing lost by you excels These empires of sunlight. But even here the subtle breeze Plots with underlying shadows. One gust of wind and suddenly The sun is falling from the trees.