Days of autumn are drawing to a close
And I am withered as a summer rose,
One by one my supple petals have dried
Though moistened with tears I've cried.
My emotions as petals were torn apart
And I am withering with a broken heart,
The leafless trees are barren like me,
I am empty where my heart used to be.
Autumn is leaving but I am already gone
Drifting through tattered dreams alone,
Seeking pieces to understand the reason
I am forsaken to bear this forlorn season.
As the dusk of an autumn evening enfolds
I sit motionless before smoldering coals,
Soon dying embers will fade to jet-black
And worn-out memories will be back.
Thoughts return to the happiness of spring
But no joy does frayed memories bring,
Recalling always ends the same dark way,
I am alone in slow-motion withering away.
The chill of autumn fills the darkening room
I must go join my new companions soon,
They adore the flickering candlelight,
I will light a fragrant one this stormy night.
I've made friends with the shadows on my wall,
I so look forward to their nightly call,
They dance as I watch the pretty candle burn,
They mockingly laugh as I tearfully yearn.
As many as dewdrops on the withering rose
Desires of the heart unanswered grows,
Emptiness today that will return tomorrow,
Autumn evening fills my heart with sorrow.
©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 11-05-08
Song title: "Early Autumn"
Poetry By Ken
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