Outono
Rosa Passos
Autumn
Sunlight on the wet ground,
early cherries,
sound of wind on the rooftop,
dead colors in the mornings.
Clouds drift away, the river flows,
the colors of summer fade,
a chill passes through it all
that tightens my heart.
Everything will fade away one day,
everything exists in passing.
More than ever I feel now
that I’m part of the journey.
