Just Like My Summer….
Autumn has passed and yet the leaves keep falling, clouds keep rolling,
persistent rain assumes her fragrant light patters,
as I stare from these lonely windows.
A solitary glance addicts to these dark sullen skies,
whilst grey matter thoughts of never wanting to move forward
keeps the wolf from my door and the cold from moving in.
I can smile from the inside, whilst outside
I’m cold, abrasive and changeable,
It’s here I sit from a chair of warmth, letting my demons fight themselves,
awaiting a Spring chorus from a horizon of nowhere,
to release me from an impending Winter coma,
of never-ending Monday’s and short weekends.
No let up yet, as leaves keep falling (tears keep falling),
slow, melancholic and weightless in grace,
they dance in a soft elegance
of declining red, brown and yellow waves
not wanting to be the first to die,
just like my summer….
© Nick Hawkins, 6/1/15 all rights reserved