Moment of Yellow Light

Mellow now and trembling gold The pears hang in the air Like yellow notes the wind may strike On any day as clear,

And on the ground their crumpled leaves Lie one with earth again To shape from dust another leaf, A blossom washed by rain.

O autumn day I cry to you: Must all this splendor pass Less than a sigh across the hour, A shadow on the grass—

Will no one come to share this light Of pear and waning sun? Autumn, spend gold more miserly If I must watch alone!