I observe.
The sun goes down.
New smells.
Takes less time.
You expect.
The shadows run.
Recent new tastes.
Again a new time to remind.

Light wants out slowly while sleeping trees.
Old leaves fall and they softly comb the town.
We will think that the best time has not been.
The colours are now marked with brown.

The silent autumn comes to stay.
Such is life and should remain.

I reflect.
The moonlight down.
New scents.
Takes less days.
You can guess
the shadows sounds.
Recent new blazers.
Again a new time to remake.

Light wants out slowly while sleeping trees.
Old leaves fall and they softly comb the town.
We will think that the best time has not been.
The colours are now marked with brown.

The silent autumn comes to stay.
Such is life and should remain.

The silent autumn stays with rain.
Such is life and comes again.