The smoky autumn air
sneaks into my heart,
Veiled in thick, gray layers
of ominous rain.
Mourning for the summer,
that abandoned us,
I still look for sunshine,
but, I look in vain!
Gone is now the wealth
of brilliant flowers,
Greeting me at sunrise
with dew moistened eyes.
Only gold and rust
colored, fallen leaves
Muffle my lost footsteps
and disheartened cries!
Glowworms and grasshoppers
have already left.
Empty, desolated
are the swallows’ nests.
Spiders span the branches
with gossamer thread,
Draping the whole garden
for the winter rest.
