Autumn

Autumn falls rhythmic with my slumberous mood 

The thick sludgy trail of its tentative terms

How thoughts so loosely chase each other around my head,

rotting leaves sweep gently over cavities in the earth

They throw up sickening icy chills which gnaw at my cheeks

and lakes surrounding churn malevolently without the confines of winter

to encase and seal them silently until they are lost under thin frames of ice

No, the dark waters brood and crawl under baring branches

Embers signal change in a cycle, pause before death? 

Could it be the last of someone you have now lost

The moment they began to fade or turn and walk away

The nights where the winds lash out at bare oak 

with hands that retort so fast before branching out again 

The night treading heavily before time has adjusted itself 

to the sullen veil smothering all with its lifeless darkness

Autumn is careless, shooing the chaos of summer 

trudging slowly from the hatred of winter

There is no good intentions

Just a hand to say enough is enough. 

Reviews

[Shekinah2015]

Powerful words. Most people write such cliches about the seasons. This is very refreshing - great job! I wrote a few poems about autumn too, by the way. Check them out if you like.