The Autumn

I am the daughter of the autumn

Find me when the leaves turn to yellow and brownish red

And the wind shakes the branches and the leaves stutters and start to fall

Dancing up and up then slowly levitate down to the ground

Embracing the earth in a soft whisper

I am the daughter of the autumn

I am there when the day gets shorter and the air gets cooler

When it’s time to harvest and the pumpkin turn plump and big

As the dark comes sooner and people will start to wear warmer clothes

Dokpri. Fallen leaves