What's the first thing to come to your mind?

Wave

Goodbye

cruel world - it's over - walk on by

Depression

wet and windy

Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness - John Keats

".... Zana melopeelor, spaima florilor si doamna cucurbitaceelor" - G.Toparceanu
( aprox: Fairy of the threnodies , fear of the flowers and lady of the cucurbits )

I found poetry hard in English . . . .
there's no hope for me in any other language!

Prosaic