Autumn
Nature’s gleaming is higher revealing, Where with many joys the day draws to an end, It is the year that completes itself in resplendence, Where fruit come together with beaming radiance.
Earth’s orb is thus adorned, and rarely clamours Sound through the open field, the sun warms The day of autumn mildly, the fields lie As a great wide view, the breezes blow
Through boughs and branches, rustling gladly, When then already to emptiness the fields give way. The whole meaning of this bright image lives As an image, golden splendour hovering all about.
See commentary in "Heidegger on Nature"