Autumn Song

by Agneta Falk Hirschman

The days grow hoarse
the colors of autumn
will soon die in the frost

time has passed
gentle beast
what remains
is the silhouette
of your laughter
the deep joy
slowly gathering
in the vestibule
for the final kiss

yet, I wait
for I don’t know what
hope the words
that burn in my throat
will be caught in a wind
and fly with you