29.09.2026

the mornings grow colder now,

threatening to leave the first frosty kisses

on flowers still holding on to summer,

and I feel myself shiver and tremble

as if I, too, am slowly withering away,

deprived of my beloved summer days,

I am begging for just a little more time

– I don't want want to have to miss

your sunshine when the nights become

too dark and too long again, I don't want

to have to weather this darkness by myself

– if I could, I would softly wrap you in

beautiful green vines to keep you close,

to keep you warm when the leaves start falling

and the autumn mist comes crawling in