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