Autumnal palace

“Oh, autumnal crispy air,
With your orange flare
And enchanting, flaming red,
Have we met?

I’m not as gorgeous,
I know, it isn’t fair,
I can’t stand a chance
Against your sharp glance.

It’s October, the season of the faeries,
I’m in awe with all the ghostly memories
Of witches and creatures of fascination
That strive from the past and imagination.

Can I be lucky enough to find in my creations
Such endearing colours as the one’s in your palette
And sweet, breath-taking stories of temptation
Worthy of being welcome in your autumnal palace?”

Ana.

Autumn comes to us

“Autumn comes to us smoothly,
Like a friend that wants to catch up
Under blankets on the couch, staying up
Until the moon gives way to daylight.

The vibes get darker but we’re still bright –
Eager for cosiness, we romanticize
All that, in us, an interest might rise,
After all, behind grey clouds, there’s still sunshine.

As I see leaves starting to leave their branch,
I confess, I hold on to everything I can,
Hoping that until we reach next Spring
My imagination may always be evergreen.”

Ana.

My words

“My words, my words,
They rush inside me
So eager they are for me
To notice them.

But I feel dizzy
With all their twirling,
And I can’t listen
To what they’re screaming.

They all want me
To write them down,
To play around –
Oh, ideas floating abound,
I’m now upside down!

As overwhelming as it may be
I hope this feeling
Lingers for as long as I live,
Otherwise, I would not know who to be.”

Ana.