zondag 26 oktober 2014


I know it to be autumn
even before the falling
of the leaves

the grey of graylag goose
in rain volatile checked off,
the sea that is scattered in droplets
on the colour of patchwork quilt,
whispering between lanes and country roads                                  


through balding tree crowns
the wind shaves along his chilly breath
and unhindered he wins the battle
on the silence of the shortening days

it tick tacks on the roofs,
at the windowpane the sad story
of gusts of rain beckon at me,

at the horizon I can just imagine
the sun shedding tears in the clouds.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

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