Wiebke Rost

I feel the change of season

this autumn fire

the nights getting longer

the impending darkness

this cold breath down my neck.

But I am aflame and

burning with passsion

to a degree that it

almost consumes me.

Memories and dreams

the future and the past

they are merging

in a round-dance of autumn leaves

in the yellow light of street lamps

or in the dim grayness of

one drizzly September day.

I am day dreaming

and the world around me becomes

like the surface of a pond

into which I dip my finger

and suddenly the whole picture

starts to ripple and disperse

and the voices of people talking to me are muted

and I hear something else.

Silence.

The veil is thinning.

I am dreaming of reconciliation.

Tags: autumn, burning, dreams, equinox, fire, passion, poetry, reality, seasonal