Autumn - Poem by Eva Beylich
Autumn is still too young
to find itself in a leaf.
It trains in the wind
and let's the rain fall.
It knows that it brings us cold
and early darkness.
Don't turn around.
The grey is doing gymnastics.
The blue has stopped training.
The old year is dropping to its knees.
The new one lies listlessly dormant.
An apple stays in the grass
and is rotting in favour of fresh fruit.
You tell me it is winter soon?
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