In auctumnus

Autumn forests

in the pale light

of the September Sun

the songs have ended

the nests are empty

now it's time for jackdaws

yellow leaves

falling

like the brief thoughts

the mind entertains

on these walks

outside the frame of thought

of warm, long days

and warm, white nights

of gone summer

the autumn has it's own

thoughts, these brief

sentences that slip away

like breeze lifting them

beyond the reach of thought

and to the damp muddy earth

now the winter is coming

the long dark days

of pure white and chill

with it's own heavy thoughts

that tie one to the frozen ground

under starless sky of clouds

so long until

in the earliest spring

the autumn returns

these empty roads

these empty forests

where the last year

this year

decomposes

to bring forth new life

18.09.2014