When Autumn Comes

Confused silence swirls around my feet, and the anguished summer leaves, drunk with the morning dew, are lingering limp. Waiting for autumn Preparing to crumble and mingle with earth Somewhere beneath them under the thunder and a tremulous sky earth wears the scabs of old wounds There are places that can't be forgotten... corrupt with mourning sprouting with questions immersed with regret hollowed with anger and shadowed by trees of despair Birch-bark faces, heads bent low, shadowed eyes stone-cold voices, are carried in the wind, held captive behind disguise Mute birds watch without a song The leaves will decay, green goes, and the eye forgets But can the heart forget? Never.... How does one walk away while pawing on the hard and bitter earth of reason, remains impossible...? Autumn comes and autumn goes I can only live in hope that baffled minds will clearly see a winter sun and give up blaming ... who? _________________________________