I want to rest under the gliding shadow

of this canopy of flowing gold leaves

and their shining silver streaks.

I want to melt into the lush meadows

glowing under that canopy.

You told me they used to be bright green

and were now fading into a pale hazel tint

with little almond grains.

I replied:

“To me they look light jade

and isn’t a changing vibrant scenery

so much better than a single plain shade?”

I want to caress the grinning red fox

and get cradled by the echoing lullaby

of migrating sparrow flocks.

So what if summer passed,

with its dry brooks and crude grass?

Its fickle moods of sunburnt skin.

I want to lie by the basin viewing

the water become crisp and clean.

I want to jump in, bathe nude,

let my whole body swing free

in the pearly serene stream

of your early autumn spring. 

Autoria: Miguel