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