Autumn

a sunbeam
a beetle
the swallows are migrating
it was a long time ago

the grassland
demolished by long tongues
the coldness of the air I am feeling
on my skin

a watch is ticking
and leaves they have to fall down
the clouds are moving quickly
hurrying for not having to become cleared away

from green to brown
from yellow to red
the world is arching
under the heavy burden of time

I am sitting and watching
and feeling the time
flying
and leaving marks

the questions I asked
are answering the cool wind
the love I gave
is leaving a sensible effect

it has become dark
the shadows have left
the blue smoke of my cigarette
is sinking in the dark of the sky

but the red glow of ashes
becomes visable
before falling down
and hovering away

its is my time
when I am sitting
and gently watching
………………………………shhhh