Between the bed
of brown and red colored leaves.
and her detached bark,
with a hint of chestnut, those are reaching
The autumn sun colors orange
at the falling of the evening,
the sensation gives me many chills between the hairs of my arms.
Was it the sweet water ditch I always swam in?
Now I found her again; frozen..
and from the other side is it the appearing of the frost
that still prevents.
Between the crackle of the branches
the scent of spicy parfume;
both are wonderful presents.
The pine cones are falling onto my winterboots.
Between the blowing
in the brown wheat fields;
The falling of the snow is the embrace my body feels.
This is a continue
taste of the autumn months and seasons
this a continue habit of myself and I can’t explain the reasons.
Because my nose is covered into the fabric of my green sweater;
Longing and smelling to the time and her season’s connection.
I searched for many more chestnuts for my collection..