vrijdag 10 oktober 2014

Autumn sound











Voices that keep quit
from words fallen leaves
silent colours flutter down

further on chatters
only the stream uphill
against the sword-grass or a tree

take something red, something yellow
meandering in velocity
it’s full of sound
and supposition

becoming brown, browner still

till they are earth
and sink between the cobblestones
for ever drowned in autumn.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

09/10/2014

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