It is Autumn

For a while now i get excited when i encounter solidified realities and the strange appearances that shape up.

Life continues in these inanimate beings. But this endless repetition is reminiscent of bitterness of death and this frequency of death is just like life.

The winter’s tornado

Drops the sun

In to the sea

I am an ordinary person, and just like a child I discover and rediscovere the realities surrounding me.

The inanimates in their pinnacle, achieve the end, and this collection resembles my life today and amongst

People l deal with.

It is Autumn.

Behdad Lahooti

Japanese Haiku ( Natsum Soseki )