Been a very long time since I felt like writing something…

Autumn Is A Skilled Lover

Among all the twigs and fallen leaves 
Autumn built a nest
He pronounces his arrival lightly 

In the moonless nights 
Rain drops
Each
Soft
Numerous 
Quiet, persistent 
Square by square he penetrates
Your body
Tremble

When you about to curse his coldness 
He brushes your window with a fainty tint of yellow
Barely there, but surely there 
Then you are full of gratitude
Inch by inch
Under your skin
Warmth 

He hides tiny bunches of flowers in your hedge
He sends seeds of all shapes 
Tastefully arranged with no intention to impress
He sends all sorts
Even once
A butterfly 

He keeps all his playful secrets half open 
So you receive joy of discovering 
He takes you on walks with no words 
He just watches you 
And under his gaze
You become the child, again 
Autumn is a skilled lover

You asked him about the season
He said “fall” 

Then he left, lightly 
Left you with plenty of small memories
And a warm fire 

He knows you will have a long and bitter season to endure 
Then after
You will go for a walk 
With no word
And you will see 
Among all the twigs and rotten leaves
Autumn built a nest
Then you will learn
The once skilled lover planted a seed