Empty streets
People rushing up and down
Invisible
Silent
The haunting autumn with a scent of prolonged rains
Signed its name across the monochrome concrete

Alone, I pass
With a gust of wind
All the leaves die
On autumn’s lap
On a Monday evening

Lamps watch the sky
For the sun
And birds, misled, gather around
The wrong nests

I am the owner of my secrecy
Of my loneliness, my camouflage
I am the autumn this year!