Felicia Perec

The gift of autumn

Felicia Perec

A broad-winged rooster taps my cracked temple Of the whirlwinds of autumn, where it is, more and more often, rotated, The tear of the rain breaks my cobblestone full of dreams, Shaken by harsh winds, from the quiver of detached clouds.

He takes my tender flowers from the leisure of years, To paint the horizon in pastel colors... Autumn butterflies hide in summer burrows, Angry at the day that is lost in the evening.

The yellowed leaves are crushed under the heavy footsteps Of lost lovers, in sweet whispers, in alleys... Nostalgic memories flash on the retina, From the past immersed in a sea of rust.

Autumn entered my soul, through the unlocked window Of the burning heart, which carries heavy longings... I'll get used to her and the fog in her eyes, But brought for my eyes, to clothe them in brightness.