The Haze in Autumn
Withered woods, dried up rivers.
People talk about summer in October.
About confused bird nesting.
Chestnut trees and rhododendrons are in bloom.
Today I heard this advice in the radio:
Enjoy the weather and don’t think.
We walk past the clay pit turned into an azure lake.
Before there were excavators, now fish are swimming.
We walk past the weir and the yellow owl house.
The owl house because the owl chose the chimney as a lookout point.
Looking for the bird, knowing that it found a nice box without smoke.
Wandering along lakes with shoes disappearing in leaves.
It is October, Autumn is here.
