The Autumn

By October 7, 2015thoughts
The sun died
When the rain fell hard
As I watched a dream float with the wind
I expected to be sad
The leaves were gone
The branches were bare against the wind
A sudden brush of cold I felt
My breath became one with brittle air
Where have all the rabbits gone
The spring creek behind the garden
Now seems almost hard
Has everything been left behind
Birds soaring towards the south
Where will darkness take me
Death is slow, as life awaits the spring

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