如梦令. 秋至

平原

秋风阵起，又是一季诗情时。汇往日秋照百幅，编成此集。吐胸中之块垒，纳高净之清气，赏殘黄之秋声，岂不快哉乐也！

阴雨连綿风骤，
黄叶初飞山后。
凉意更衣频，
细雨梧桐人瘦。
斟酒！
斟酒！
惆怅不应独受。

（填于2017年9月，修改于2018年9月）

另附英国著名诗人济慈《秋颂》第三，以补无声之缺。

Where are the songs of Spring?

Ay, where are they?
Think not of them,

thou hast thy music too,
While barred clouds bloom

the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble plains

with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small

gnats mourn
Among the river sallows,

borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives

or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat

from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now

with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from

a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter

in the skies.