Autumn. Nowadays I always fear it,

the dark evenings, the black nights,

the trees shedding their rust-coloured leaves,

the endless cloud-covered skies.

The herald of the bleak winter to come.

Black, brown, gray, white

the colours of the landscape -

and often of the mind also.

But in these last two days I have felt

the flickering of an old love I once had for autumn

- for beauty and light at the moment it's

endangered, perishing

and the most fragile, beautiful and important

to us, not taken for granted,

but embraced tightly.

30.08.2015