Nightfall

Weather becomes colder,
arrived wind and rain.
Old trees crying
brown and red leaves,
heavy are their nude limbs,
they are broken.
Ground is covered by
the ancient's blood.


White fields,
covered by snow,
when between the frozen trees
and among cold winds, ice falls.
Darkness grows,
winter is near,
and you'll be here
when snow falls.


Oh, fleeting Autumn,
colours fade,
in the nightfall
of this Long Day.
Oh, fleeting Autumn,
life escapes,
of my cold,
dead hands.​