ephemerality of Fall
fragile colors
sweet smell of damp leaves
sweet smell of dry leaves
chilling air on ones neck
golden warming sun on ones head
makes me feel vulnerable and extra sensitive
sends a shiver down my past
uprooting and baring time
like a raw piece of slimy chicken breast slowly sliding down a sheet of cold metal
that ends in Winter.
Quick, curtains, make way!
It is the sun!
who barely ever pays us a visit.
"Enter, enter!
Please, make yourself at home!"
it difuses through three sides of the small room
creates a refuge of soft golden light
illiminates and LIFTS the room right out of the cold reality
into a warm silent refuge.
It will leave soon...
Absorb, absorb!
try to capture it!
"Don't leave just yet!"
I'm trying to capture you
in my pores and
in my notebook
so I can keep you with me
long after you've moved on
to the next house.
