FALL

Around the universe

our roles are switched

and I am wondering

if you are counting the dead leaves.

Soft rain is falling

and in front of me a yellow carpet

has been unroll by the Fall

but it takes to nowhere

beside a tombstone

I look at the trees

they are waiting to freeze.

The silence is biting

leaving space only

to a leaf that is fading.

Ghosts are whispering,

why nobody is coming.

A lonesome bird is guarding

a stone that no longer

is remembered.

© Diana Mistera 12.10.2013