In the autumn dusk
A spider patiently darns
A hole in the wall.

In the summer dawn,
Before it has time to dress,
How sad the willow.

Winter wind brings snow
And gives the cat a litter
Of spotted kittens.

Golden afternoon:
Tree leaves are visiting me
In their yellow clothes.

That sparrow bent down,
Its head tucked beneath its wing,–
Sewing a button?

It is so hot that
The scarecrow has taken off
All his underwear!

A leaf chases wind
Across an autumn river
And shakes a pine tree.

Accidentally
Cut by the tip of the hoe,
The scarecrow shudders.

A pale winter moon,
Pitying a lonely doll,
Lent it a shadow.

When the horse whinnies,
The scarecrow waves both of his arms,
Asking for silence.

– Richard Wright