An Ode to Fall

The flaming forests, the fragile leaves,

Hanging on the periphery of the branches,

They sing and then fall to the ground,

And gracefully fall down to the ground,

Without a sound...

Spinning and dancing with the wind,

Twirling into a pile, nesting on the ground,

And covering it like a blanket,

The sound of crackling,

And the colours of flames.

Red, orange and yellow, the whole forest is,

Beckoning for winter to come,

And wipe all the leaves away,

The chilly wind hurries onwards and blows a gust of falling leaves,

Fallen and dead... floating at its own pace...

Winter has come again....

The Winter Rushes

The gleaming daggers hang from the mouth of the cave,
Melting at the sight of dawn's awakening.
Rising when the daylight is fading,
Far away, I walk the road alone, facing the shadows that stagger my pace,
The snow covers the land and the lone trees which suffer through the winter,
The pine trees lie stiff in the ice, and the wind drifts away into the wilderness of the deserted plains,
The winter rushes leaves me with an endless feeling,
Cold and deep, silent and stiff,
My past lies here in this snowy plains,
Unchanged and unforgotten with only a trail of footsteps leading to the future...