Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions: LXXIV
Why does it linger in the branches
until the leaves fall?
And where are its yellow trousers
Is it true that autumn seems to wait
for something to happen?
Perhaps the trembling of a leaf
or the movement of the universe?
Is there a magnet under the earth,
brother magnet of autumn?
When is the appointment of the rose
decreed under the earth?