Tuesday, October 23, 2012

A Requiem for Autumn

She stings me in the morning
Her sharp wind cuts my face

I wonder where the summer went

But for her, it’s not a race.

She breaks and cracks underneath my feet

Her leaves, they just keep falling

She thinks she’s losing all her strength, and

She knows that winter's calling

Her name is Autumn, gorgeous gold

Still young at heart, but feels so old

When all her reds have turned to brown

Her skin is shedding to the ground

I’m there to catch it, if I can

So I reach out my pale skinned hand

I hold on to her until she’s gone

And Winter sings the saddest song

-Holly Wolti   10/23/12