Vision

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                                  

hear

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

25/10/2014