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