I am the Autumn

I am the Autumn to your Spring or early Summer.
a remembrance of past seasons notwithstanding
and you are right to fear the resonance
of my cold rains and browning leaves.
I am the Autumn to your Spring or early Summer.
harvest has come and passes quickly
as the leaves fall. oh, how they fall.
the petals you once painted now curled and dead.
I am the Autumn to your Spring or early summer.
reaching back with stiffening hands to touch
gentle foliage and the sun laden breeze
that once kissed me to wakefulness.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.