You left me by the river bank
alone with my grief, where
I sit motionless and dwell upon
the intensity of my hurt,
stinging my moral fiber,
whilst the Canadian geese gawk at the neighboring fisherman.
You were the autumn wind,
cold and uncontrollable,
and I nothing more than a deciduous tree--
letting you pluck from me
the orangey-red foliage that is my heart.
Fallen away because its use is finished.
Two tears descend,
skimming my lips
they are no escape from my thirsty tongue
and this is all I have left to show for my remorse?
You left me alone
in a crowded world.
Soon the sun will steal the warmth from the air
as it flees beyond what I cannot see
and when the chill of night comes out from hiding,
I will recall the love I no longer have
Because you left me by the river bank.
2 comments:
Wonderful poem, I like it. You need to get them published.
You know, I use to get sad in the fall as well because it seems that the nature around us all dies. Then I realized one day that maybe I need another perspective. You see, the chlorophyll in the leaves make them green. In autumn,the chlorophyll dries up allowing the true colors of the leaves (the golds, reds, yellows, and browns) to show themselves. So, if you are one of those true colors waiting to come out, now is the time of your birth.
--Dad
Thank you, Daddy. :)
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