Have you yourself asked ever
What the last leaf must feels like
When left alone
In a still tree
With the lustful branches ?
Today it snowed for the first time.
At dusk you could
Smell the winter.
That’s it, I told myself,
With the crying autumn,
With the her melodramas
And melancholies!
The white snow flakes fall
Like silk ropes from the sky.
My sight wanders
The loneliness of the sky,
Street, tree and leaf.
I am left mute,
Frightened
Of this season beginning,
Beautiful, mysterious,
Like anyone beginning.