Written a while ago...no need for a back story, it was personal as poetry oftentimes is. The result though, are words that just roll around leaving a year of seasons and feelings echoing around me.
Leaves Falling…Autumn in the Summertime
Russet reds, browns
and golden tones
Like autumn leaves in
northern countries
Falling falling in my
heart and home
Softly, softly, leave
me all alone.
Tiny pieces of my
heart got torn up
Into falling snow
A winter of my
discontent
As humidity rose and
then let go.
Summer swelters and
heat haze wavers
Across my vision
So I cannot tell
What season is this
after all?
When I feel that I
could melt.
And plainly waiting
for spring,
When buds unfold and
beauty sighs
I see the grey mist
of autumn mornings
Drop across my eyes.
And leaves like
weeping children’s tears
Drift across the sky
And from stinging
winter’s rain
I hide inside, seek
warm and dry.
Looking for the
fireside
Under a summer sky
Looking for the
comfort that
Has somehow passed me
by.
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