I greet this fall morning with my face to the new dawning of the day asking for good judgment at the ending of the year from first light to beginning of the night and all through the comforting darkness.
From the first red of thin clouds
From the last furious fiddling of crickets
From the sleepy croaking of a crow
From the peeping of just awakening small birds
From sun hitting the last of the corn fields
From the sweet smell of osmanthus on the air
From the buttery good taste of my English muffin
From shine of dew on the grass
From first chrysanthemums blooming in their neat beds.
Let me think clearly, act rightly, and do willingly all through this day to the Twilight and through the darkness until I greet the dawn again.