a foggy guess

…the fog erased the landscape

the light was just pale reflexions on the clouds, 

brightening slightly the buildings and the leafless trees. 

In a blur you could guess the tower of a church 

as ghostly arrow pointing the sky.

white dust

suddenly everything became shadowy, 
a blurry white dust covered the roofs and the trees 
and the landscape went brighter, 
the shadows disappeared leaving a fog 
that covered the city and the horizon.

lacrimosa

Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.

Huic ergo parce, Deus
Pie Jesu Domine
Dona eis requiem, 

Amen.

golden light

light and leaves have almost disappeared 

the naked twigs shiver under the north wind

the whole landscape becomes a scream 

the light is leaving us

but not before saying farewell in golden clothes…

shades of light

changes of light and weather
change the mood under the short autumn day light moments

to a stranger

Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you… (To a Stranger; Walt Whitman)

what are you thinking?

I see you there,

thinking,
pulling your self into a deep contraction
attacked,
defeated,
alone and abandoned

I wonder why…
and shrive.
terrible feelings of despair
get into my head

traces of summer

the day is gray,
the autumn has been blowing in for a while
carrying drops and colored leaves,

summer is gone
the trees are already preparing themselves
for the waiting season

raindrops and the imminent cold
had made the colors ran down
as tears
over the face of summer
over an evanescent picture
of clare calypso-waters

summer is gone...