The lingering warmth of the summer
makes the early days of autumn warm
enough still to take a path to a glade
where only the remaining birds watch,
perching on birches and the junipers
standing in the balmy breeze, and warm
enough for him to undress her as the wind
slowly strips the trembling broadleaf trees
of their leaves, to have his fingers caress
her revealed skin like the breeze touches
the swaying branches, encouraging,
allowing yellow and redleaves go, one
by one to the shared bed of the earth
for them to mingle.
07.-11.09.2024
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