Autumn at the Open Window
Lost in the everyday light,my cup of coffee freshly brewedin my hands,lazily I let myself driftby the open window,to join the glamourof autumn seasonstarting to paint all treeswith different colours.I go from tree to tree,and cannot decidewhich of themI will declare the winner.All are so beautiful.Suddenly a leaf fallsMy eyes follow her.And there is alreadya nice tapestry.I finish my coffee and go outside.The fresh air makes me shiveron my new cotton sweater,but I do not stop.In my hands my cell phoneis ready to start taking pictures.