This Autumn Feeling Already

Trees in darkness

No comfort, fire, house

Only ISS passing

(Simultaneously published at POETS The Original)

Some snow white sheep clouds

Sunset in all known colours

Then a sparkling night

First storm has passed

Fallen leaves

Fallen leaves

Even days

The days come to rest and

Even nights

Too dark still

For the sun to rise

Blazing headlight

Along the big bell

Drops of dew running downwards

Before first zazen

The stars in the mists

Look if crying a last time

They don’t die, do they?

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