After several really freezing days, empty of poetry, the Indian summer is here. At night you can see the golden sea on the street.
Submerged in Autumn
One night the sky was brown
And soft
The air warm
As if
The whole town was about to melt
I saw the street submerged
Under the thick golden flakes
Which sent an autumn call
Across the town,
An autumn smell
Across the night.
(c) 2015, MK