In the morning haze, I dream of days gone by,
when autumn's hue did not yet reach the sky.
The snow that should have fallen, did not arrive,
and winter's chill, did not yet thrive.

The mountains stood tall, a frozen sight,
their peaks, a challenge to the morning light.
The valleys below, a blanket of green,
a refuge from the winter's cold sheen.

But as the days passed, the skies did gray,
and autumn's colors, began to fade away.
The snow that should have fallen, did not come,
and winter's chill, did not yet become.

The mountains still stood tall and proud,
their peaks, a testament to nature's loud.
The valleys below, a haven of rest,
a place where winter's chill, was not the best.

So I dream of days gone by,
when autumn's hue, did not yet die.
The snow that should have fallen, did not come,
and winter's chill, was not yet done.

Tomaž Jevšenak