As I take a step outside
To welcome the changing of the seasons
The brisk autumn air fills me
With mixed feelings
Of both joy,
and then despair,
As it eventually evokes in me
the isolation
and eternal solitude
That I feel is my curse.
This marks the end
of the first year
Since your departure
and of your betrayal.
I damn thee,
Just as the gold and crimson leaves
Damn the greens of the spring
and eventually
the winter damns the autumn hues
and chokes away the remaining life
of the leaves
With it's relentless cold and ice.
I breathe deep the brisk chill
That fills my lungs with it's sweet sorrow,
and hang my head
While standing beneath a lone oak
Towering over an ocean of leaves.
I despair,
Just for this one moment,
as I am reminded of what has passed
and mourn the loss.
