Autumn paints us

Autumn paints shadows in the corners
the yellow leaves to the history

rowan trees pregnant of berries
the red hue of apple cheeks

the sun is gently warm
the wind is tenderly cool
in the nights, the garden of stars

and I am learning
this life with little steps
like every other year

no rush to get anywhere
even though now I have
a direction where to go

and you, you are waiting
for me, like I am you, forever

all the gates open wide
to the wonders that are to come

and life opens in us
moment by moment