Chapter 7 ◎I miss autumn in spring

beads of purple grapes pomegranate beads beads of corn kernels i miss autumn miss those colors and shapes Missing luster, juice— Scents and necklaces and charms of autumnal beads I'm afraid the land will steal them Worrying about them rotting in the ground I can't get the buds out Now I'm small again I hope I grow up slowly and quickly to autumn i want her to crown me wear the crown of those beads and green leaves