There Is a Spell in Autumn

There Is a Spell in Autumn 

There is a spell in autumn early,
One all too brief, of an enchantment rare:
The nights are radiant and pearly,
The days, pellucid, crystal-clear. 

Where played the sickle and fell the corn, a mellow,
A warm and breathless stillness reigns supreme;
Spanning the brown and idle furrow,
A dainty thread of cobweb gleams. 

The birds have flown, we hear no more their clamour,
But winter's angry winds not soon will start to blow —
Upon the empty fields there pours the azure glow
Of skies that have not lost the warmth of summer 

- Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev, 1897

All photographs taken in Viennese parks:

1st, Burggarten; 2nd and 3rd, Weghuberpark; 4th, Grete Rehor Park