a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand.  I think i too have known
autumn too long

                 (and what have you to say,
wind wind wind -- did you love somebody
and have you the petal of somewhere in your heart
pinched from dumb summer?
                           O crazy daddy
of death dance cruelly for us and start

the last leaf whirling in the final brain
of air!)  Let us as we have seen see
doom's integration . . . . . . . . . a wind has blown the rain

away and the leaves and the sky and the
trees stand:
             the trees stand.  The trees,
suddenly wait against the moon's face.


(e. e. cummings)