Autumn Melancholies Poem by Petru Dinca

Autumn sadness is going down on the roads, on the houses,
in the courtyards and on souls.
Lights shed over nostalgias.

Never, it seems, so much sadness, so much melancholy...
The dog roses are reddening the horizon far into the fog.
Evening birds glide down on the stubble fields
windswept by the wind,
to look for in the moist earth
the forgotten years and the lost shadow.

I revolve in the circle of the same thought,
prisonier of inert moment,
waiting for the distant sheen of a story
or of a dream
from a world without sadness and shadows,
of endless light.