53. Rain on fallen leaves---
Cloak of Autumn, spicy, sweet--
Summer's burial robe.
54. Two vines, on a fence.
Each off'ring its best to life.
A grape, and a rose.
55. Harvest is over.
Dance to the cricket's singing.
Winter is watching.
56. Life is not in vein.
In the dark a cricket sings,
And starts are shining.
