To the Grass of Autumn

I referenced a poem in a below post that I've always enjoyed. It captures well the apprehension or reticent feeling one gets when seasons change. I get that feeling when summer turns to fall. This poem captures the author's bleak feelings of moving from autumn to winter.

By W.S. Merwin

TO THE GRASS OF AUTUMN

You could never believe
it would come to this
one still morning
when before you noticed
the birds already
were all but gone

even though year upon year
the rehearsal of it
must have surprised
your speechless parents
and unknown antecedents
long ago gathered to dust
and though even the children
have been taught how to say
the word withereth

no you were known to be
cool and countless
the bright vision on all
the green hills
rippling in unmeasured waves
through the days in flower

now you are as the fog
that sifts among you
gray in the chill daybreak
the voles scratch the dry earth
around your roots
hoping to find something
before winter
and when the white air stirs
you whisper to yourselves
without expectation
or the need to know