By Gesa Musiol
It is autumn, and this season of falling
Is synchronised with the shedding of
Yet another layer.
Rustling, past their prime, the plants’ summer adornments
Crowd the sidewalks and the streets like busy little beings
Late for something, but finally here.
In lieu of gloomy rain days and their grey embrace.
It is October,
But the planet is dizzy and serves rays of sizzling heat instead.
Little does she know,
Hearts ache for refuge by a crackling fire,
Ache for drops drip dripping on an umbrella
Playing the sweet symphony of home away from home.
About the Author:
Gesa Musiol occasionally publishes her creative outpourings on her personal blog, and is currently about to conclude her postgraduate studies in Anglo-German Cultural Relations. She loves absurd alliterations and anything caffeinated.
Image credits: ‘Garden and forest’