Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Summer, fading

Why are mosquitos
Making so much noise
In my ears?

Red wine
Solicitor of solitude
Young night

With every step
The world turns faster
Then stops, suddenly

Heads of willows
Swimming in a sea of fog
Delayed morning

The leaves are rattling
But the pine trees rest silently
Cricket’s last song

Light bulbs
Going dark one by one
Lilies’ fragrance still

Rain after midday
Summer is leaving with clouds
Cricket’s autumn song

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