Leaving the scenery

Barely the light from the sun
arrived through light years to ground
through the haunting mist that surrounds
the trees and the elements of life I can't see

Walking into mist where I'm barely
visible to the cars that appear like ghosts
out from nowhere driving to same empty space

Raining leaves make a path with colors
feeling air so fresh on my face
as the winds gently sweep over me
I still remember the sounds of summer

I can hear the wedge of cranes
but I can't draw them with my eyes out there
flying somewhere up there in the sky
still in the fall leaving before the cold call of winter

Never go outside playing golf when it's snowing
must be the stupidest idea to make currency
but sometimes the craziness is the way to succeed

I can hear the wedge of cranes leaving the scenery

Fallen leaves make a path with colors
still water on the lake gives the silence
as the rays of light sweep over me
I still remember the sounds of summer

Now fading