D-YS222 - Album no. 318

L'automne refleurit ma chimere navree. Et mon esprit retourne aux jardins que j'aimais...(L. Duchosal)

Autumn reflowers my sad trifles and my spirit returns to the gardens that I loved (L. Duchosal) Under the warm rays of the September sun The sky is mild, but pale, and the earth yellows In the forests the leaf is the color of amber The bird sings no more on the edge of his nest (Aug. Lacaussade)