The First Autumn
What’s the random thing that makes you so touched and shed tears?
Autumn,
You welcome me
I stare out the car window
while I sit on the backseat,
a soft wool scarf snug
around my neck
Cupping a mug of
steaming milk coffee in right hand,
I watch, transfixed
As you scatter gold-red leaves
over the wet grass
Memories sneak out of my eye
and roll down my cheeks
I erase and sip the coffee
What a magical place, dear
Autumn is here, the leaves are falling
On the damp lawns and on the pavement
Autumn is picturesque and melancholic
Bit by bit. The smiles become dramatic
Remember my king,
promise to face other universe
Already seen one of them
Looking forward to thousands more
This is autumn,
Not as colorful tulips in Keukenhof spring,
gorgeous skiing in Zermatt winter,
or mystical diagon alley in Orlando summer
Oh God,
Be a grateful slave is a must
Like a flowing water
Downstream towards the ocean
Believing Your plans will always be the greatest
Autumn,
there’s something about you that sings me
Thank you, Sydney!
