Ode to My Forthcoming Winter - Part 2. Autumn
The dying leaves soundlessly fall
The withering trees whisper of winter dreams
Thus she shamelessly unveils herself
The silence is forever broken
Behold her blanket of darkness
Enshrouding the dying summer
Inviting the solemn tranquility
She beckons the earth with her kisses
The winds play their autumnal melodies
Her children sing the song of her coming
Dark formations gather in her mirth
To storm the gates of earthly bliss