“Autumn”
The trees
once were
Proud
and wore their
foliage
like a Badge
but now they
have been stripped
down to skeletons
and lost their pride.
I never before noticed
how skinny the trees are
like Autumn, in her cruelty
has forbidden them to eat.
I watched the trees drop their tears
onto the grass, which has remained
green, although nothing else has retained
their glory.
The trees reach towards the moon, as though
she would care.
Their arms outstretched to the stars and the sky.
They ask.
Those celestial faces lie.
I’m watching as they struggle towards summer
which is so far off, I can’t remember if it’s a memory
Or a dream.
I think I have known Autumn too long;
that faceless woman who
has the wind for
fingers
and bags beneath her eyes
like the ring around a harvest moon,
and who has forgotten Summer’s voice
which whispers hope
like the sun rising on an early morning
and never being swallowed by the Horizon.
