Withered Leaves...

Torn by the Wind,
Like by Glacial Spear,
Raining, It was bleeding down –
Heavy Lead-ripe Firmament...

Through the Moaning Wind
Had whispered...
Covering the Soil...
...withered...
...leaves...

As a black hovering clouds –
Ghost Fogs whirled...
Transparent Eyes of the Lakes
Peer into the Skies –
Like if they gape bottomless...

In rawness of mists hum
Had rustled...
Dying...
...withered...
...leaves...

In the wood meadows
Flowers faded,