torsdag 16 september 2010

pink petal again

I was out in my garden this morning, mourning the Geraniums
the pink petals has turned greyish-orange and
the wind was whispering
about fall and
changeless changes and
falling.

This night I had a dream
when dawn came and aroused me
the dream wouldn´t go away.
The dream still hurts in my body and
fragments of it is whispering
about fall and
changeless changes and
falling.

I am unable
to read the dream as it is a dream
but
I am able
to read the wind as it is a wind.

A wind of fall
dreaming a dream
about falling.

3 kommentarer:

sarapirat sa...

hanna
du är poesi!
så vackert så vackert.

hanna-happenings sa...

söta sara.

Aris sa...

beautiful words.
i too am a little sad a bout fall and the coming winter, but i am starting to feel the retreat inside of my house and in myself and i kind of like that feeling. it is full of excitement. During late fall and winter I just want to read and draw and think and be cozy.

n for your comments Hanna, they mean so much to me.