Autumn

While golden fairies are shedding final tears on pink roses and adorn the bushes with diamond spider-webs,
nature bursts- out in a fatal exhilaration of colors.
A little lonesome robin sings a last lugubrious farewell to summer and a ladybug is looking for shelter under a red fungal umbrella.
The cheerful chatter of the geese and cranes in the sky makes me sad.
Now the world loses all colors and turns into an impenetrable grey mist, monotonous, only grey, a suffocating witch’s veil.