When cranes fly south expressing themselves loudly,
When leaves say farewell, whilst displaying a colourful spectacle,
When days shorten to days and nights of equal length, it’s a thanksgiving for the harvest.
When in the morning the haze hangs over the fields and everything is damp, then it's time to withdraw.
Harvesting means letting go.
Count your blessings and observe,
Potentially, a new beginning is already there.