Grey

Why do the mountains cry so painfully,their wails in moisture laden windsthat beating against the world, in sheetsfall down, as the icy rain…Once more the brown leaves reek of deathonce more remind of when they were greenthere used to be hope and happiness…now, there's only rain

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Birds of the Courtyard

Where have they gone - the birds of the courtyard - that chirped ceaselessly, before a sharp sound or those chattering monkeys set them aflutter? Do you remember how they descended from their glorious aerial abode to the courtyard, in warm gratitude for the host, delightfully picking at the seeds strewn on winter mornings -…

Winter

Come now,Embrace the windBrave it, you know howShed your leaves, you have beforeHave let me down like your very boughs Let me curl up like brown, crushed leavesLet me lay down my burdens and die too.Promise me a fresh start, when the season's doneWhen bells begin to ring and Spring's dawnalights upon the hallowed groundMy…

And she laments…

Listen to her lament in sepulchral tones by ivory moon glade upon the shy river; she cries for one whose heart is her home, and longs for the return of her sweet lover... The robin flits out of its crude, leafy domain, pausing a moment at the lamenter to gaze - a song so piquant,…

Fall leaves, fall…

Fall leaves, fall, in your autumnal grey; now you prepare for the black pall, the naked winter days... Seasons wrap up like chilly pedestrians; each new morning closer to the close; how sanguine seem your yellow surfaces, as if kissed by the sunset's own hues! And like the dying in the final stages, you reveal…