Autumn Garden Poem by danae kavouridi

I am trying to write something about you
that does not sound like a cheap pop song,
what is more popular though
than being alone!
My moods are gripped with pegs
lonely hanging in the rain,
clothes that flutter in the cold air of the garden.
Rain is painfully melting them
and I am only sitting behind the dripping glass window
Staring at them.
The garden is small, uneasy
It is so grey...
You are going to tell me my love
that it is autumn now
and everything falls yellowed on the ground.
Is that a drawing of our love,
coloured just like that autumn garden.