Autumn tale

It is the rain that tells
in droplets on the glass
of warmth and waves on the air
the sighing of the cold layers
and clouds packed together
in the grey of nowadays

It is the wind that whispers
in the roof and on the attic
of the sun far away
how high and low
claim there rightful places
and make the storm blow hereafter

It is the cold that secretly
plays the undercutter
and make us shiver from now on
and works so well
on the cracking ice on the pond
where we yet not dare to stay on

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
08/10/2014