When autumn comes, the wild geese turn south for home;
red leaves fly until the courtyard is full of them;
laundry-mallets ring sharp from the city wall,
and maples by the river burn like fire on the fishing rocks.
The verse is autumn after the campaign: geese turning for home, red leaves filling the yard, mallets ringing from the city wall. The general won his war in the field — and came home to quiet. A cycle just closed well for you too, and this sign’s energy is aftermath, not attack. Bank the win, hold the line, rest deliberately; do not chase a bigger battle on fumes.
“When autumn comes, the wild geese turn south for home” — the win of this season in love is the ordinary evening held, not the next grand gesture. Home is where this fortune pays out; be there instead of campaigning.
“Maples by the river burn like fire on the fishing rocks” — the gain just landed wants securing before it gets re-risked. This verse reads for the held line, not the fresh bet: bank it, count it, let it sit.
“Laundry-mallets ring sharp from the city wall” — the work now is documentation, not a new war: write down what just worked and why, while it is fresh. Rest belongs to the strategy; it is not a leak in it.
Write down what just worked and why — one page — while it is still fresh.
