poetry

autumn breeze

Plenty has arrived with a plate full of fruit
also brought along cool autumn wind and mood,
a gentle breeze, only to hide the knife underneath,
The knife we need for the fruit.

The fruits all peeled, cut, diced and sliced
The knife does not stop, till all is felled and chopped.
made juices, sweet red and purple wine.
The wind still says: hello, some more news to bring.. 

Suddenly my senses are made to feel
that breeze which brought the knife
now fills the air – a sudden chill,
a scent of snow and ice.

©michi

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