I found myself in the corner with the
leaves falling around me, melting with a green that inspires hope.
I found myself with the grey sky,
who´s waiting for the sunset to come so it can turn orange and dance next to
the fire.
I found myself with my feet bare,
confused for stepping on October.
I found myself face to face with someone
who I thought I had forgotten. Autumn looks at me with uncertainty, waiting for
me. He puts his hand before mine, inviting me to let the summer warmth go, to
start to change. Disoriented, my hand starts to approach his, doubting if it´s
ready to let a new season guide it. I hear a whisper about promises that will
be kept and I let myself go.
The stranger, with the name of autumn,
recites poems about change, he relates poetry about copper colored mornings. I
let the poems make me different, take the cold with delight, wear scarfs hidden
at the back of the closet. The verses help me remember autumn, the fairy tales that were written by its side and the beauty of waking up next to it.
Now, I find myself dancing to the beat
of a new season.
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