The Song of October

So it's not October yet, but waking up in the dark and the cold and the rain has brought my fall blues on early. I post this for people to read every year. It is my favorite poem that I wrote, and the most personal. There isn't a soul alive who knows the depths of what it means to me, but I share it anyway because I think it captures the beauty of fall...nature's most glorious death.

The Song of October

The world is slowly shifting...
Oppressive heat is lifting.
I inhale
the final fading sighs
of summer's breath;
Such a glorious Death
is Autumn.

I find myself helpless;
no words to capture
this seasonal rapture
that grips my heart in cold.
Waves of red and gold
swirl around...
Like memories that surround me
so clear they astound me.
So many secrets I have never told.

Sky so peaceful blue,
protects me like a cover.
Or else a deceitful lover,
appearing safe and inviting,
when in truth so bitter and biting;
enveloping my senses in chill.
Such a thrill
to feel
so real....
so warm.
Then comes the storm
so sudden and strong, to make me forget
that warmth could ever exist.

Deep intakes of breath
sustain me with air that is stunningly crisp
So sweet I can't resist
this poison that swells up inside me.
I'm alone.
A witness to beauty and pain.
Metallic rain of leaves
that seems to be never ending.
A branch in the wind, unbending
eventually will be broken.
Words that will never be spoken
evaporate from rosy lips.
Deadly heartbeat fading fast...
And now my eyes will close at last.

Such a Glorious Death is Autumn.