Anxious evening in August

Soon it will be autumn, and then winter.
Longing stalks the wet paths.
The gray sky is full of sadness.
Somewhere behind the grove a crow is screaming.

The fields are turning yellow, the rain is drizzling.
The meadow shines like pearl from the dew.
Its scary to walk through the dark forest.
Leaves are falling from the trees again.

Summer flew by like a race car.
Perhaps this makes your heart hurt?
August is usually always worrisome.
Its like life is ending. Forever.