
I hear you, a crispy invitation in the air
A smell of what’s to come,
That gentle little whisper
Chilling sensuality upon my ear, saying; we are there
Seen by the long dark hours before the rising sun
The beauty of the glistering branches meeting light
Telling me, that this can be alright
And I believe it every time
I have to, there’s no way out
Except for in,
to the warmer evenings by the fire
That comfort autumn stew is turning to
A more hotter, winters brew
Time to bring out gloves from the forgotten winter draw
Time to protect my neck,
and being cosily wrapped by soft smooth fabrics
Delicious
I can walk with grace and almost taste the season change
All the leaves are gone
Just a few bird songs and I wonder why they decide to stay
When they have wings to fly, far away
If I had wings, I would fly
To a foreign place, where it’s warm and bright
Then I’m stunned by the morning sky
Brought back to the waking moment, marvel at the colors
Always giving something beautiful to harvest
The fresh cold air feels invigorating
I feel healthy just by being, free outside
I’m conquering the bite
Which is only getting worse
Or better
Depending on how you see it
I want to see the beauty, that begins
I want to hear the soothing sounds within
I want to feel the cooling, season wind
I have to tell myself these oh so convincing stories
Otherwise I hermit deep in winter depression
Learning to be blessed by the little
Grateful for the few
Moments of grace that reach through
The long dark days, seeing light in it too
About the Creator
Christian Johansson
Nordic creature with fascination of life and living
Magic teacher Pachamama tendered my upbringing
Poetic features from the nature, wild, free, singing
Tragic preacher of cliches, yet another clinging
Magnetic stinging man of rhymes
Fan of shine


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