Let Your Daughter Go, Find Autumn

Autumn steals the long days from Spring, The dawn sunrise turns pinker in the reflection of water And the morning air is crisper. Was it Autumn that stole your daughter too? The season turns, the season flees. In the way the oak tree clings to its leaves, You take caution in letting go of the last Like the carefulness in letting go of your daughter, You tried your hardest, but you never caught her And as the new season arrives, you unpack Your heavy coats. You learn to get used to missing the warm sunshine And on the days where the Autumn leaves fall harder, You crave to listen to the sound of your daughter’s laughter Mingle with the sound of rustling leaves. As Autumn deepens, your loss deepens, Your grief deepens and The colder days creep in. Old oak now as naked as the nursery Without your daughter sleeping And Autumn winds howl, weeping, Crying for relief from Fall’s feelings The way your daughter cried for healing. Was it Autumn that freed her too? The season stirs, the season goes. In the way the oak tree regrows You open your heart just as the clouds open To let through the warm sunshine. You see her in the playfulness of the world’s colours, You see her eyes in the shape of your mother’s Do you feel her in the Autumn too?