21 Sep 2012


Long walks in the woods
fruits to be picked
ropes attached
the first shiver of cold
or lust
still the protection of the leaves
golden now, bright red
While life takes its pace
surrounds me with her coming and going
I see a path before me
covered in a tapestry
cobwebs with diamonds
A big fat spider within
the smell of wet soil
and rain
I long for a warm embrace
by the fire
the embrace of autumn
in all its rich beauty
the smell of roasted chestnuts
red wine

1 comment:

Beldom Wuyts said...

Als ik kon onmiddellijk