The stone is cold,
A hand touches the arrows
Before the storm.
The leaves turn yellow,
Diana looks deep into the
Gray sky.
The muse has frozen,
The wind disturbs the fog
In the lush garden.
The huntress's gaze
Catches the first drop
Against the background of gold.
Shadows fall,
The rough texture of the shoulder
Remembers the summer.
A lonely statue
Among the frozen alleys
Waits for the downpour.
Arrows in the quiver
No one will take anymore,
Autumn reigns.
The clouds are getting heavier,
A pale marble forehead
Shines through the twilight.
The sun has hidden,
The bright crowns of the trees
Extinguish in silence.
Moisture in the air,
Artemis has frozen
In anticipation of water.
The glow fades,
The contrast of stone and forest
Harms my eye.
The park falls asleep,
The last warm chord
Will wash away this rain.
The graphics of the branches
Like deep scars
In the silent sky.
Drop by drop
The stone becomes alive,
Washed with longing.
The bow has fallen,
The goddess takes rest
On the autumn night.