Summer in your eyes

I’ve heard it in the wind,

from the falling of the leaves

the chilling of the days

it draws now with beautiful colours

chestnut, caramel and yellow ochre

and through there the paleness,

the diaphanous beam of rays

the sun obliterated in gusts of wind                                         
rain is strewn about and swarmed around

in sweeps and strings on the window-pane

outside it’s quiet, just a whispering

between the outer walls and silent streets

the public squares are suddenly deserted

the warming of the freezing hands

ditches of coffee and the nipping of a shot

I turn the wood again in the fireplace

today I’m staying in

nestle myself between pillows

and your arms so sought

I still know it summer in your eyes.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

18/10/2014