Smelling the decay
Nature preparing for rest
Leafs will turn to soil
The squirrel gather acorns
Everything’s waiting
For snowfall in November
New shovel’s needed
Darkness means depression
Lighting candles help
The melancholy of music
Composed to cheer me up
—
October 19, 2012
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Move to the sub-tropics. We are clueless to winter depression.
The variations is both dreaded, and something I could not live without.
Blessings for a good autumn and winter. I’m Swedish on my father’s side of the family, as you know, and your poem caught my eye right away. Ellen
A Swedish November is not for the faint of heart. Thank you for visiting