I Don t Like Autumn

"I Don’t Like Autumn”

I don’t like autumn.
For autumn is —
As the poet said —
The fading breath of nature.

But I would say that autumn
Is a little death,
Or a long, deep sleep.
In winter, nature falls into slumber.

I walk into my garden,
The one I cherished through summer.
The flowers there
Once healed my soul.

It’s hard to put into words
The beauty of a flower.
You can only gaze at it
Endlessly…

Now they are in the garden —
Withered and gone.
Their short-lived cycle
Has come to its end.

After winter,
Not everything
Will awaken.
The flowers and leaves
On trees —
Have finished
Their brief circle.

Come spring,
New flowers will bloom.
Other leaves
Will be born on the trees.

I look at autumn
With sorrow.
Then follows winter — the cold,
The biting frost behind the glass.
And all of us
Wait for spring.
It awakens hope
Within us.

We long for sunlight,
Warmth, and bursts of color.
And we will watch, with wonder,
How from beneath the snow,
From the frozen ground,
The flowers stretch toward the sun.

Trees — in tender greenery —
Will dress once more,
And in our souls again
Love will rise.
With spring begins
A new cycle of life.

Just like us...
The soul aches and weeps
From wounds and from the pain
Inflicted by those
Closest to us.

One soul will fall asleep,
And quietly await
Its “spring” — to rise again.

Another —
Will bleed so deeply
That it may never
Awaken...

It will depart, having finished
Its earthly round —
To a place where it may heal.

And when restored,
It will return
To this imperfect world,
To love again —
And once more, to err.

I don’t like autumn.
But I will wait for spring —
When the heart
Will bloom again...
With love.