Three weeks have passed,

They’ve changed color,

And a few, ...

Sunday afternoon,

Working the field,

Up and down, ...

Only a few leaves left…

Most fallen,

Blown into the fields, ...

There’s a farmer close to our village with a few planted fields of corn. I’ve watched them grow since the day they were planted. Today, they’re slowly drying ...

When my day comes,

I wish I could look like this:

Used, empty, ...

I miss those days,

When they were small,

Cuddly, soft, innocent. ...

Nature’s changing colors…

Breathtaking and predictable.

Unlike the seasons, ...

In youth

Life was full of colors,

Endless possibilities, ...

Ordered,

Precise,

Uniform, ...

There were days,

My core was screaming stop,

But I couldn’t hear, ...

How can parts of me

Be open,

Burning, ...

Autumn leaves,

Wet,

Dispersed, ...

It’s that time again…

Grey never ending skyline,

Bare trees, ...

He holds up a lamp to light the way,

Carries a full basket home,

Has kind, smiling eyes...

There are days,

When I feel squeezed,

On others...

Even when plucked,

And later lying on the ground

A flower adds beauty...

Autumn has arrived.

A lukewarm sun,

Cool breeze, and...

Closed?????

But I love you!

Won’t you just open...

I wonder who’ll win?

Some join forces,

Others go it alone...

I wish my tears drops

Looked pretty like these…

But they don’t...