Autumn days

​Autumn days
Flew away as water in a creek, spouting and dancing,
Blades of light to make reflections on the tiny waves
The woods as a world on its own

And there she was

A season on her own
Alone and confident
Wandering among the shy autumn leaves
Along those lonely footpaths 
And tiny waterfalls
Heading to nowhere

In the wake of tales 
So long forgotten
Unreal sensation of beauty
She dropped from who knows where
Only to remember that the world 
Doesn't follow any logic
Illusion of linear sequence
Confort zone of well established beliefs 
Naive claim to know
And live

Non linear is the rule
Chaos is the name

In those autumn days