The mushrooms clutter and stare
the night decends and condences the air
the leaves shake with fear
the fog slithers fairly

blue twilight entwined with moonsorrow
green stocks ensnare the ground
red eyes glowing

the willow speaks of turmoil to come
the hickory "we'll succumb"
the oak, soaked with moisture, maturely admits the fall.
the dafne's Dryad sat silently

she played a crecendo of fraility in E-minor
obidiant listening nocturnal creatures
resonating tearful flow of tunes
resoluting dreaded dreams
omnipresent tearfull cresent
withering leaves crumble to dust...