Autumn falls...

Autumn falls
And makes me cry.
It’s beauty is
Unbearable.
She is gold.
And she is shy.
Embraces you
So carefully.
The leaves are leaving
Fine home,
Away from trees
And yards.
Facing mist,
Distrust
And cold,
Blowing
All the cards.
Day by day
They fly
Away
Being free
But dying.
Golden ashes
Of sunrays
In the clouds
Are hiding.
Royal red
And royal green
Are the city’s
Patches.
Autumn plays
The violin
Lightening
Her matches.
Symphonic tones
Of rain and wind
Harm the brokenhearted.
They are sad & they are grim.
Why should we be parted?
Many words became untold,
As the tears kept dropping.
All my feelings turned to snow.
Time for overworking.
The depression
Invites herself
To the autumn’s party.
Happy stories
Are put on shelves,
As no more we’re mighty.
Gonna go
Up the hill
Where my church is hidden.
Having lost
My keys and quill,
Twice I have been bitten.
Gonna wonder
All night again
All alone & thinking.
Moving further
With no aim,
As my soul’s shrinking.

22/10/2016 - 16/11/2017