impossible to know what has changed
but where the wind was caressing gently
it is now leaving unease in an unsettled mind
emphasising
that nothing is necessarily
what it seems to be
the sense of belonging weakens
in time of disappearance
and autumn is
whether we want it or not
a time of disappearance
though strangely enough
an appropriate moment to distinguish
the essence of eternity
behind every appearance
and let love embrace even that
which can never be
defined