© Pawjanka ART 
© Dirk Engelage

I'm in a moody mood, 
so when I see the gray 
come creeping in, 
eating the colors 
out of here, 
with big and 
hungry bites,

sadness enfolds 
my heart, my thoughts 
and I can only think 
of loss, of 
empty countryside 
and barns, once full 
of life, activity, 
falling apart, 
return to dust,

the history of ages 
drifting like dust 
across the fields.

I'm in a moody mood, 
so maybe I am wrong 
and color is returning, 
harvests of the fields 
be celebrated once again, 
with music, dance, 
unbounded merriment 
. . .