Autumn Grey Views

Lifeless they fall apart

Golden as our precious art

My love sinks into a thick grey veil of mist

Trees, leafless trees, the epitaph of the sun

What once was green presents now grey and trist

A gloomy grave, a foreseen death, a symbol for our pain

Drowned in a flood of autumn rain

Sillouettes of light astray somewhere in the clouds

Ravens traverse, involving withering shrouds