the evenings will

wait with getting darker;


the nights will not

have time to

weave their nests

so tight, so early;


the crickets don´t want to

stop their chirping;


the autumn doesn´t

range its wings over

you;


until you´ve found

my sunbeam and followed it

to my door-


I´ll know when you

come;

the crickets have

stopped their chirping