Autumn Day
Seasons change.
Dead leaves are dead leaves.
The sky is the comforter
Born new every morning
A steady unending
Backdrop to endings.
A sky to fall back on
So you can keep falling.
Dead leaves are sucked up
Into the tunnel of light.
I had not seen a monarch
All summer; and now one appears
Driving pollen from the bulb
So that colours may live on.
The autumn day
Blends the memories of
A summer full of love
With the bitter-sweet enlightenment
That I am all alone.
Copyright © Katie-Jayne Boardman | Year Posted 2015
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