the painter's poet
writings from onna hui

Sunday, September 25, 2011

09.23.2011

Autumn came today.
She knocked on my door and we embraced each other.
When I had to leave for my 9-5 obligation, she blew kisses, which my cheeks caught;
the touch of her breath against my morning skin was as crisp as I remembered it to be.
Along my drive back home, I found one of her leaves wedged between my windshield
wipers--a love note.

I'm glad she's here for the next three months.