In autumn nights
A leaf unseen falls in the forest
And lies silent on the earth.
In streams
A fish jumps out of the waters.
And in the dark a flapping thing
Of wetness echoes out.
In the black distance
Hoofbeats of horses unseen are sown
Dissolving hence and thither.
All this
The wearied wanderer hears
And a tremor chatters his bones.