Autumn

Autumn

 

Dreams have escaped through the window, outside which I can hear the birds chirping.
The window is open and I’m breathing in the brisk early morning air.
The branches of the tree outside are growing higher and in a few years will invite themselves inside the house.
But we won’t be waking up here anymore then.
Somebody else will be dreaming their dreams in this bedroom…
I turn my head towards the window and see the soft sun rays and the leaves shivering in the wind.
Cold, pervasive, annoying wind which brings Autumn.
Time to take our coats out of the wardrobe.