Autumn Caresses Me

I looked through an old day pressed in itself like a bull's eye

inside autumn stood on the bed and caressed my right temple

I opened my heavy eyes

I stretched a late arm

then I caressed her hair like an unsettled river

”you haven``t been waiting for me” she whispered

and my thoughts were her scattered leaves

our souls came out througt the hoar-frost bull's eye

dancing white over misted

mountains tops

”make some coffee with no grief” I said

she stood up in her crimson dress and melancholy jumped into her arms like a spoiled baby

I take her unassuming

I lay her under the grizzle sheet

I let her boil all sorrow with coffee grounds

I drink quietly from the cup on which words

”the beloved” have erased ever since the leaves of the whole world fell down

I drink and my bitter sweet smile lays on the cup with the erased letters ”be”

autumn puts the kettle by the broken window

looks deep into my eyes shrouded in unwritten poems

and then whispers almost with a diabolical smile

”nevermind. sorrow is less heavy after a cup of coffee”