The blue light of the screen
Gives me results and ageing.
Can I work and not hurt myself?
Can I do science and stay young?
Can I connect and not irradiate my cells?
Conscious and curious,
I sit at my desk.
Autumn surrounds me
And brings warmth and reasons
Worth its orange destined leaves.
The colours of fire
Bring life into a nature soon to rest.
Time will come
That the hopeful green
Will surprise me.
The last apples
Lie forgotten on the trees
In a field that has already received
Red and sweet
They will see the winter and the snow
Of this year of transition