The Fading of Nature into Mourning

The brook sings as ripples overtake it with teardrops from above

The sun's warming lashes are hidden by the shadows of overcast

The wind picks up as the gusts of an oncoming storm encroaches the reality of tranquility

The pale colors of Autumn brush against the weeping stones in the graveyard

As a brooding heaviness overwhelms even the slightest of heartache

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing description of the change of the season. It does seem sad after Halloween. World become very quiet. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry my friend..
Coyote

[Paramount]

Grazie, Coyote Poetry, for your kind words. I suppose I capture moments that otherwise go unnoticed.

[Coyote Poetry]

You did and you are welcome.