Editor’s note: This poem was written by eleven women who attended a recent AWWP writing workshop in Kabul. Each woman contributed one line.
Fall is the season of seven colors.
The leaves fall down and it’s so fantastic
to walk on and hear its voice.
A leaf wishes not to fall down. It worries about its future.
There is so much dust….
It is boring for me!
I think how the people will lose everything in a month, green grasses,
fruits from the trees, summer skies.
My wishes are destroyed when the leaves and grass change.
Nature changes in fall. Everything becomes boring for people.
I wish for a road full of orange leaves to walk on and think of time.
Blue sky makes me happy. I can hear the fall say hello with yellow leaves.
It’s a good season; the weather becomes good.
The trees change their green clothes to red and yellow in the fall.
I remember the deceased of the war in Afghanistan.
I think of my country
The season changes and we are like a leaf trying not to fall
When the leaf falls everyone puts their heavy foot on it.
By the Kabul Writers
Photo by Bert Kaufman