Autumn wind

never blows the leaves

óff my path

In the supermarket

I put the magazine back

she so liked to read

Autumn leaves -

each in his own time

leaves the tree

Autumn in the city -

plastic mushrooms

on the balcony

Under the sink

a sprouting onion -

october spring

A world

papered over without

Straatnieuws

He's now ploughing

the last light under -

autumn dusk