Autumn

                               Autumn

 

the wind groans the wind moans

feeling uneasy with the dawn

the trees  swaying the tree-tops  bending

after summer days having a hang-over

and shedding their yellow leaves

the low clouds thickening

their body weakend flabby

and the load of all autumn rains

dusting with unbearable boredom

and the sorrow in the air

and the sparse wood in the blue expance

wrapping up in the patches of fog

whispers the river diligently

whispers the grass willows cry

birds fall silent wails the wind

the moon the stars fade blue

soon soon  the winter coming

 

                      2014