De Herfst wanders Langs
Hot breath emits clouds from the mouth,
The sky brushes alternately cold steel blue
Sometimes also grey-wet watercolor, weeping woman,
Leaves color in autumn on chilly ground,
Soon, the heat will die during the first winter cold,
Is it quiet in autumn, it takes off the last heat sun,
Where to go now on roads, walk where spring began
In the heart, the first rhyme, the icy dew, draws
Dream the dream of a different time, a new horizon,
An inaudible melody where all life thrives,
Day after day, it continues to sing in a recurring canon,
Sometimes a nut creaks, sometimes it falls out of a three-quarter measure,
Everyone sings in their own way, each draws their own time,
Leave traces, occasionally paint your name wherever you go.
© Rudi JP. Lejaeghere
16/11/2022
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enigma
2 years ago
Beautiful poem, autumn words.
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marijke
2 years ago
very nicely written.
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