Autumn sonata

Love the branches that touch the sky.

Love the rugged skin that feels like

the jacquard jersey of a lumberjack.

Enjoy the rustle of the autumn leaves

on the days before you fall in love.

Caress the blossom, give them words

that you would hand over to your child.

Love the branches that touch the sky.

But please, remain a bird. By and by.

So you can topple, levitate, flutter, fly.