Rain is falling with a rustle,
on busy hustle and bustle;
few people take the time to see
waves sweeping over the grey sea;
dark clouds announce the time of fall
trees turn into a coloured wall.
Leaves take reddish and golden shades,
mingling multiple browns and jades;
a bright'ning lits vivid fire
followed by the sky’s dark ire,
fog throws its veils over the wood,
most people wear now coat and hood.
The vivid colours lose their light,
a flock of birds takes up its flight;
summer days are mere memory,
while chill prepares its armoury –
here a touch of silent mourning,
there the harvest of a morning …
It is the time of abundance,
of rethinking and of guidance;
with a little pinch of sadness,
still it feels also like gladness;
an award after hard working,
upon efforts of peacemaking.
The human faces nakedness
like lonely trees in haggardness,
while losing their splendid clothing,
falling leaves drying and writhing;
the mind fills with contradiction,
weighing luck and malediction.
Winter is like nature’s hardship
but enlightened by pure friendship,
candle lights smoothe the bitterness
waking the hearts’ togetherness:
open wide your doubting spirits,
recall your and others’ merits!