Summer leaves, falling, down.
Woods turning yellow and red.
The thoughts and dream crisping in,
Rolling within, dropping from my life.
Autumn is here and is pulling out
All that I was, leaving me barren and clean,
Like a grey, brownish, skinny tree.
That what I am turning into all I have been.
And I’m left naked in the cold with
No clothes, like the fabled king in the parade.
My harvest seems to have gone off
Before its time and I have nothing in
My hands, only ashes and rags.
Someone has burned my life.
Someone has crushed my plans, my ideals,
My truths, my identity. The little monsters in my
Mind have won and I’m back to square one.
And all I can do is go inside myself,
Preparing myself for the dark
And hoping there will be spring for me.
And autumn blows hard, slashing my soul,
And still cannot accept I have lost.
Autumn cares not for my tears, my fears.
It is time to say good-bye
And find the healing.
And I surrender to the smell of maple
And apples and dancing leaves,
And sink back into my roots,
Hoping, praying, there
Will be a spring for me.