it must be autumn

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.