autumn man

She undressed my soul

In front of a mirror of gold

I stood naked

Newborn

As the leaves fall

I saw how she undresses

The trees

And they stand in rows

Sadly swaying as the wind blows

That is beauty

The autumn of the old

Pale colors

Of something that was bright before

And I am that sad little man

Sitting on a bench

Watching

As the world changes

And she is painting

The shades of the clouds

Above the head

Of an autumn man

A man who admires

To everything that she does

...nature...