Autumn mood.

In The Rain-

in the rain-
darkness,     the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you

the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles

your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss

and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then

your dancesong 
soul.     rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and i

think
       of you

- e.e. Cummings 

There's a teeny weeny tiny little park just a few blocks away from my home. It's so small that most people probably have bigger gardens than this park. In fact, it's so minuscule that many people are blissfully unaware of its existence and that, of course, is what makes the park so charming -  and one of my favourite places here. In the summertime I often grab a book and go there to read in the afternoon sun. Now the leisurely days are over and the sun is less and less available, but I still go there from time to time for a quiet stroll in the fresh air.

It is, as they say in French, mon jardin secret.