Trumpeting autumn,
In full agony,
Birds flying by,
And hiding secretly.

Drizzling rain…
And no-one on the road,
Just staying outside,
Would feel a heavy smoke.

Far away on the field,
Ravens gently dropping,
And howling of the cattle
Across the field is spreading

Sorrowful cowbells,
Sadly melodize,
It is awfully late,
And I haven’t died.