We leave behind our nests of linen sheets
& usual humdrum.
A drive through a landscape
of silver roads,
& birch trees dripping in gold.
Suddenly a field
with hundreds of swans
before taking flight
to faraway lands.
The most spine-tingling
sight & sound
We land in my parents' quiet house
& fill it with all that noise & bustle
that a family with children
tends to without even noticing.
They don't seem to mind.
There's tenderness in their eyes.
Traces of autumn everywhere you look,
silently nudging to a quieter place inside.
If summer fills you with a certain restlessness,
autumn seems to bring you back home.
The odd thing is that as a rest takes hold of heart & soul,
it's as if you gain wings to soar.
A silence & a pulsating feeling of freedom.