A Landscape In September

An absent-minded autumn rain falls behind the windows,

the clicks of the coffee machine in rhythm with its sound.

A bloodless landscape bleaching towards winter, casting

away the useless summer outfit, frayed, reflecting itself

in muddy pools, with blackbirds. I have my words to shed,

my leaves to cast out, my long hours bleached, mingling

with the rain, falling.

07.09.2017