The trees, still green, now seem forlorn.  They droop beneath
A steady rain.  October's nearly over, and it's clear that they
Are keen to sleep until the days grow long again.  I, likewise,
Feel a bit forlorn.  What's gotten done?  What's left to do?
So little, and so many things, but I don't stir.  I sit and look out
At the steady rain.