Author Georg Trakl It's already cool, it's already late, It's already autumn In sister's garden, silent and still; Her step has turned white. A blackbird call lost and late, It's already autumn In sister's garden, silent and still; An angel became. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments