It's a corner of the hill where the seasons linger,
where the trees speak low in the wind.
The leaves fall like love letters
written too late.
Three little houses, their roofs full of past sunshine,
huddle together to keep out the cold.
And all around them, the earth - red, tender, alive -
listens to the last sigh of autumn.
Netherlands
Germany
Germany
Germany
Germany
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands
Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands
Germany