Leaves Are Falling

Where are you my dear?

leaves are turning

there is a cold bite in the air

the birds don’t sing anymore

the sun drifts away south

silence lies, returns and abounds

leaves are falling

my dear

drifting and swirling

a dance of crimson

amber gold and rust

the colourful dance of death

and where are you now my dear?

when I’m alone waiting here

leaves are falling

with the virgin snow

changing the world I know

and I’ll wait ‘til they are gone

and for your return

when leaves are falling

november 23 1995

Malešice, Czech Republic

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