Winter

New leaves have granted their farewell,

Some more minutes to wait to fall

White frost has covered the church's bell

Like a curse that perishes all

Winter is on his way, making the roads lonely

Beading the last rays of autumn days

Showing them the way of exit solemnly

With the shadowy trees in the misty haze

People, being tired out fun in the summer noon

Wishes a little for this grey shade

But when it arrives with its barren bone

They take shelter in their cozy beds

Maybe it is bad maybe it is dark as it paints the loneliness in the frosty walls,

But it shows the way to the mellowness of spring like a true friend loving and loyal.