It's a beautiful early morning, immersed in a great silence. I open the window to let in the first rays of the September sun. Suddenly a strong breeze, like a harbinger of the coming fall, moves the trees. Summer is over, I tell myself, small signs announce the gentle passage of time, a new season is slowly setting in . . . Nature has its own rhythms, although in our life we are often between what was and what will be . . .
autumn wind
the light clothes
I’m still wearing
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Prose: Joanna Delalande
Haiku: Oscar Luparia