WHERE ARE THE ESRIGS OF YESTERYEAR?

Now Autumn cometh fast apace.
The wind is cold; the heat is on.
Third-quarter moon shows her white face.
Dry leaves are scattered on the lawn.
For rain (not dew) we daily pray.
Sukkot, it has come and gone.
The palms and willows put away -
Mais où sont les esrigs d’antan?

Here they is!