Late October
16 Oktober 2021
| Maya Angelou
|29 mal gesehen
Carefullythe leaves of autumnsprinkle down the tinnysound of little dyings
and skies sated
of ruddy sunsets
of roseate dawns
roil ceaselessly in
cobweb greys and turn
to black
for comfort.
Only lovers
see the fall
a signal end to endings
a gruffish gesture alerting
those who will not be alarmed
that we begin to stop
in order to begin
again.