*
tiredness came in
with this month
short of light
.
the trees light up
flashes in the short
hours fleeting in fogs
.

*
tiredness came in
with this month
short of light
.
the trees light up
flashes in the short
hours fleeting in fogs
.
*
the leaves fall
with the same dancing
moves of butterflies
flights wearing
in this season
the same hues
it’s the enchantment
of summer ending
rays to weave
weaker and weaker
as time goes by
.
*
fall is coming
with messages
thrown at me from above
over my head as falling
leaves passing by
need I to keep
my hands free
.
.