Kategoriarkiv: Autumn poem
November, the second
November, the second. Hard winds are blowing outside my windows, as in a riven hostile world, seen alone on TV news. I feel bare trees freezes, at times I walk on the shiny black wet sidewalks there slippery golden … Fortsätt läsa
Bald Beauty in Autumn
What a beauty I have become, bald like trees in late autumn!! Winter come! Snow, cover me! What is precious about my life one sometimes asks in despair: one life that will … Fortsätt läsa
A fading summer, a fall to come
Dry feet and a heart that bleeds A fading summer, a fall to come When it darkens earlier and earlier A soft and cooling wind caresses me at late night walks. It is a late August kissing bright September, … Fortsätt läsa
August is coming
The summer is almost gone, August comes this weekend. It’s the last summer month in the Scandinavian landscape. It will get dark earlier now and deeper with pitch black and chilly nights while the days still will be nicely … Fortsätt läsa
Ensam saknad viskar / Lone missing whispers
Oktober glöder, även i duggregn. Men en trötthet håller mig nere. Jag önskar mig ett ”hej” från dig, men ändå inte. Vi alla här lunkar kalla mot kala träd och gravsång- er i dyster nordisk november grå. Inomhus, ensam saknad … Fortsätt läsa
She takes her daily walk
Old and lonely and slightly stooped yet unbowed she takes her daily walk, not for any other reason than it makes her feel good and almost happy, being alive. The grass is green, the air is good to breathe and … Fortsätt läsa
August trail
Kissed by the shadow of what could have been, him gone when August arrived in cooling nights with its Moon’s Mona Lisa smile. And it darkens a little bit more every day. All … Fortsätt läsa
November haiku
In dim November I rest in your breathing My nest in dark nights Dunkla november jag vilar i din andning Mitt bo i natten
I never told you goodbye
To cut you off was easy and actually an act of self-defense, I don’t expect you to understand. But now I discover I’ve cut off a part of myself. And sometimes during my days it hurts in my absent … Fortsätt läsa
Said within parentheses
If there were a road back to me, would you choose that road then, would you? Do you miss me like I miss you, do you? (Poor me, loving you so stupidly much.) I … Fortsätt läsa
I lost him a Thursday in October
I lost him a Thursday in October. It was a chilly but sunny day and I had just went to bed for a nap. It was at 17.39 to be precise and 3600 km away he looked up and met … Fortsätt läsa
October and I miss you
September leaving and October coming and autumn glow. Rain and clouds holds back and the nature is bright. But we travels on different roads now. Yet I wonder how you’re doing and what you think about. Do you still think … Fortsätt läsa
In September it’s far to next summer
In September it’s very far to next summer. What’s written in the book that I then will be reading? And what will I think of when I look up on the blue summer sky a sunny day? Will I still … Fortsätt läsa
A rainy day in Sweden
I can’t find high quality cat food nearby I live so I must go for an hour’s bus tour to and fro to a shopping mall outside town. And so I did Wednesday September 20th. I hate it and this … Fortsätt läsa
Hope of love in pouring rain
I had a hand for you, now I have only a one-hand clap on an empty sky, only the birds to recognize and I bless the rain.
The wisdom of the elephant
It’s Friday (again) and it’s the end of August. I woke up today to the first Autumn day -greyish, chilly and very rainy … Today it’s the first day of the Ganesh Festival 2017. It will be celebrated from … Fortsätt läsa
Now November 1st (are you sleeping?)
November 1st, it’s night and it’s quiet, except for the sound of a cold steady rain against my windows. Almost all trees are bare out there. The climate is getting harder. It’s dark here there I am, dark there … Fortsätt läsa
It’s you, in my thoughts (det är du, i mina tankar)
It’s you, in my thoughts in lonely evenings – and it’s like a whole century of silence reigns in my rooms! Now late October’s icy golden glow slowly glides into gloomy November’s muted darkness and bare cold nights – and … Fortsätt läsa
We walk into darkness wherever we go
Summer is all gone and autumn leaves with me and I’ll be missing someone when winter comes. It’s like I walk into darkness wherever I go and Love loses me in some foggy drifting snow. Once I dreamt of a … Fortsätt läsa
October fade (oktober bleknar)
oktober bleknar fälten senapsgula bruntorkade strån och knoppar, ännu syns svep av grönt jag vandrar, väntar på ett mirakel, allt medan oktober bleknar bort October fades… dark yellow fields brown dried stalks and buds, still staying greenery in my sight. … Fortsätt läsa
Thoughts on October 1, 2016 (flying like the Albatross)
As the new day begin, it ends here. No more tears for what is not there, no more fears, let nothing scares. What is, is maybe not enough, but it’s still something. The sunbeams touches me so gently and a … Fortsätt läsa
September and I miss you now
September morning smiled youthfully and promising, so sunny blue chilly, ignoring time and I missed you then. September afternoon cloudy dim, summer hasty gone. Walking I fell hard on my own feet, I missed you then. September day vanished, autumn … Fortsätt läsa
Autumn chilly darkness
Translated to Swedish below It’s not about me, it’s never about me. But I should be about me, for you. Somewhere… … on the road I carelessly dropped you and sometimes now I stop and I look … Fortsätt läsa
Between this and that
Every morning I face the blank day ahead. It’s my only obligation. None occupies me and I miss none. It’s a free and simple day – between this and that. I write in water – and my only deed is … Fortsätt läsa
A beautiful October day
October sun and blue sky, a country road and the silent spin from my cycle wheels, golden leaves on the trees and ground and a scent of pine and forest. I’m on my way home from the bird lake with … Fortsätt läsa
Rosa novemberljus (på dig tänker jag alltid)
Det börjar mörkna redan efter tre på eftermiddagen. När jag cyklar till Ica Supermarket vilar ett skimrande rosa ljus över gator och bilar och stadsbussar och hus och människor. Men allt bundet till marken tycks avvisa detta vackra eftermiddagsljus, även … Fortsätt läsa
Now, in my November time
I walk all alone in my Nordic November’s obscure and gloomy light, my heart lies fallow and the feet gets cold, my freezing fingers hides in my coat pockets. I have no one to lean on and you’re so far … Fortsätt läsa
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