the ethereal mist and pale,
envelops the woods almost bare,
where are they? Who are they?

everything seems suspended in nothingness,
sometimes we get lost in the fog,
silhouettes of ghosts around us,

lost in a hazy whiteness,
autumn melancholy and weeping,
the rugged mountains most do not see,

woods breathless screaming,
day without evening,
the darkness here soon,

surround us in a
silent embrace,
only the crackling of a fire
sparkles next to us.