July and intolerably autumnal Poem by Elly de Waard

July and intolerably autumnal
is the sky. So many leaves
from the little birch clustering already
in the earliness against
the stone steps. Their yellow
assembly is unsettling.

A cold wind falls around the corner
of the house where while leafing through
my notebooks in the morning
I sit and shiver and do not feel
at home, but still keep refusing
to escape to somewhere else.

And my heart is tired and hangs
like a red leaf on its veins
and its big noise has
been cooled, eschewed away
in the cold wind and it is making itself small
and huddles in a careful sighing.