I have written a few poems. I am completely untrained. I do not know how to write "proper" poetry. And I certainly do not know if they are any good. But trust me, I am only sharing the stuff I am really satisfied with. Which, as you will see, is not a lot.
Equinox
wirtten on:
Autum's golden light
is falling on dying grass
Fog is rising from the fields
A chill is creeping under my clothes
I am wearing the wrong ones
Still hanging on to summer
But summer has long
said good-bye, has left, is gone
It has almost already
disappeared beyond the horizon
on its long journey down south
to the ones who've been waiting
Like we will be soon again--
waiting.