I saw the light,
I saw the air,
falling softly in golden bands.

It was a sunset in Herbst
and the sky echoed
the colours of Earth.

Each leaf had turned into a work of art
Each tree, a symphony or were they a song?

What notes will they play,
as winter draws closer?
Will the leaves fall in haste
or cling ever near?

But winter will come,
that is for sure.
Bringing snow and dark days
when it’s never fully warm.

In its icy light,
will shine all colours anew.
A pink that’s so strong
and a blue that is brighter than you knew.

Seasons change.
But for now, it is Herbst.