Autumn

seo-boss (71)adminin ART 🌻🎨📝 • 4 years ago

autumn

The howling penetrates the bourgeois windows.
The day starts with a storm and rain lashes the shadows.
The trees bare, in the haze like ghosts.
This is the time of the brown, damp leaf mats.

The heat of summer is extinguished and far away.
Umbrellas are back in fashion now.
With hot tea, we like to sit there now.

The evening is approaching, with cool, loud gusts.
It drives the clouds to an autumn concert.
The streets are empty and kites soar.
Made by humans and nourished by the wind.

Thoughts in autumn are like vines on a slope.
Ripe and steeped in times with meaning.
The art of nature never impresses with compulsion.
Every death is followed by a new beginning.

The silence of the day after a stormy haste.
Fallen to the ground, countless leaves.
A mighty branch almost struck me.
I thank you angel, my eternal savior.

The last flowers are now quickly fading.
From afar the snowman calls to ballet.
The poet does not have boredom now.
He likes to write the verses and take them to bed with him.
Good evening, good night my friend.