22 november 2021, on the train to the hague
descended
unmoved
autumn leaves
after rain
as if a profound grief
in this grey sky
were afloat
autumn broken glows still aflame
the landscape
on the mist
adrift
red tulips go
with the coffin
in the muddy ground
what remains
but the chattering memories
like unleashed butterflies
scattered everywhere
lingering
in eternity
on my arrival home
i discovered
the tiny cage door
was open
the canary will never return
in the autumn garden
each leaf is
filled with courage
sorrow
and the songs of
departing birds