Tag: Autumn

A heavy fog comes from the mountains,
Brought by a howling autumn wind.
It spreads through long-forgotten valleys
Where cheerful birds no longer sing.

Its veils of never-ending secrets
Cover the empty flower fields.
Strange stillness is the sleeping nature,
Covered in lifeless, rusty leaves.

Sad music rises from the stillness:
Of grieving strings—a violin.
Accompanying grey and static,
It then becomes one with the wind.

The sky, so grey, so melancholic,
Yearns for a blue, a gold of old,
As it sends tears of heavy sadness
Towards a still, unmoving world.

A heavy fog came from the mountains,
Bringing along the requiem,
The song of death, of reigning stillness,
The messenger of reigning death.

– Patricia