Frozen autumn leaves
Frost the path before me;
Hoar hovers over
Naked trees;
/
In wan wintry skies
Briefly rests the night
Before once again
Filling the eyes to the brim;
/
And the snow won’t fall,
And the sun won’t rise –
Naught would light the true face
Of this moment in time
/
When the past is gone,
While the future fears
To step on the same path
As I