Annual Transience

– Sören Wellhöfer

TUMN IS DEATH ; In darkness draped,

A all seems to decay;
takes a last breath,
and veiled by gloom,
gleams dimly shaped,
and withers away. the shadowy loom.
Now winter is hailing, Ordained by hell,
with shiv’ring squalls; life shall desist;
and trees are wailing, this year as well,
in agoniz’d calls. must not resist.
As night descends, Yon’ forlorn course,
the welkin blears, condemns to perish;
brume it portends, dispatched by force,
and adumbrates fears. as daemons cherish.
Sun without meaning,
in strength now void;
her only one leaning,
by twilight destroy’d.