It must be autumn
when leaves say yes to joint burials,
acceptance
transforms aerials
and
all goes down to the ground.
bare branches pointed at
passers
clever
whispers lure ears
through
narrow paths
and
words get a second chance
when
thrown another glance.
It
must be autumn
when
you’re left broken hearted at the end of the land.
a
mixed experience where love and hate meet to date
where
you have your downs and ups, puffs and rocks,
candle
lights and rain, fingers touch soft parts, bodies, all together
in
search for a bedroom fame.
wind
blows her hair, you take a look, blinded love, broken glasses
your
love fades, grows and then fades again
into a crystal clear winter.
It’s
the time of highs and lows, of fun and flows.
It
must be autumn
when
one loves and hates with the same passion
when
strangers serve hot tea
when
one feels free under a raincoat
a
walk in the park, boots shuffle leaves
dry
grass in the sky
books,
music and wine, a time penetrating journey.
autumn
satisfies, running naked
her
dress left on the floor
I take look around for
it
must be autumn.
