Autumn
When the leaves turn brown
I wonder
If it is a sign
Of something good coming,
The arrival of
A much awaited visitor .
All this feeling of anticipation
Makes us believe
That this time around
A cozy company
Is here to stay
And we will forget
For a while
What longing means
When it doesn't seem to go away.
And when a leaf starts
To fall
Signaling its companions
To sway in unison
With the rhythm of the wind,
I wonder if it's
A sign for me
To drop a baggage or two
Turn a new page
And trade
My barren heart
With a butterfly.
©️Amsterdam
02.17.26
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