Soon... Autumn returns.

A day in mourning falls from the bells
like a trembling vague-widow cloth,
it is a colour,
a dream of cherries buried in the earth,
it is a tail of smoke that restlessly arrives
to change the colour of the water and the
kisses.
Autumn returns.

There is so much dark light in space
and so many dimensions suddenly
yellow
because the wind does not fall
and the leaves do not breathe.