Autumn Is For Lovers
The summer's almost over
The days wane shorter week by week
The hills have shed their clover
And, the sun his warm mystique.
Each month becomes less weary
The pain fades each passing day
The future seems less dreary
But, this awful yearning stays.
My music fills the silent void
Where your voice hung like heather
But of course, I must avoid
The songs we danced together.
My walks help ease the mourning
Like, leaving bad thoughts behind
But only in the early morning
Before the couples walk entwined.
I walk through most of the year
Through summer, winter, and spring
But never in autumn, I fear
My heart just can't take somethings!
I must never think of autumn
Not since our last adieu'
For, if I ever thought of autumn
It would break my heart in two!
For autumn is for lovers
And is also when we met
A time to enjoy another
And, not for love's regret.
Spring is past encroaching
The summer has gone, and then...
Winter is fast approaching
That dead season, my life begins.
Timothy I. Brumley
Copyright © Timothy Brumley | Year Posted 2010
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