Autumn Romance

Autumn arrives

and the battleship-gray clouds come with the cold winds

like a victorious enemy fleet

and the leaves drop like shot-down airplanes

and the birds stream south like endless refugee columns from the dictatorship of the cold.

And the rain rattles on the roofs and flogs the streets.

But we aren't bothered by autumn and the cold.

We walk in the rain

hand in hand

and enjoy it.

We have found warmth

in each other.

(Margit = Raili Eva Margit Koivula, 26th September 1945 to 6th May 1977, my first wife from 20th June 1973)