the moon is dancing
to a very gentle rhythm
the sun watches shyly

slowly I wake up
perform my morning routine
my daily boredom

wear my favorite scarf
every day of the season
even if it's warm

it's cool enough now
for my breath to be visible
crunchy footsteps

the fog is so thick
you can't see the falling leaves
Fall is shy this year

time passes quickly
the young have become old now
a rusty town's remains

a sudden gust of wind
takes my scarf away from me
and I am alone

the trees are quiet
as if they were complicit
they're all watching me

lonely, empty park
even the pigeons go hungry
the sun stays hidden

naked, I lie down
I wish a gust would take me
somewhere with trees
that whispered nice things to me