On a cold and sunny september morning

I can see the moon

from my windows

Daytime moon, no more full

but more than half

High above

on the pale blue sky

The trees, still green 'though fall

with some few brightly colored leaves,

standing still, drinking the morning sunbeams in

There is no wind

And below

the grass shines softly green, as well

as the lake looks rather chilly, but laying calm,

mirrorizing the surroundings, memorizing the summer

thinking of nothing just existing and living loving to be

On a cold and sunny september morning anno 2013

a poem of mine from 2010 comes to my mind:

Helianthus (Sun Flower)