Slowly losing their shine in angst
Of the love lost in your life
As the ground grows cold in oncoming winter.
The vibrant colors of the harvest season,
Shining gold leaves float gently to earth,
Bright red vines trailing like thick hair
Through the dying green of summer.
A brisk breeze snaps the twigs’ tenuous hold
On the shriveling, dusky brown tendrils,
Sending twisting shadows swirling over your pale face,
Thin lips trembling as they hold back angry sobs.
As the last verdant leaf falls to the frosty ground
It is the last weight on your burdened back
And your knees crack to kneel unwillingly
To the life that was never foretold in prophecy.
Your monumental strength glides slowly,
Shrugging past the proffered hands
To lay in supplication at your weary feet
As your heavy head bows to unmerciful Fate.
Seasons turn, seasons change,
Nothing lasts forever though it may seem so
Though morbidity creeps like a shadow,
Danger in its every move through your soul.
Misery loves company, and laughter abounds,
Even in the darkest of shadows,
For there is balance in all things
And the yin yang is incomplete without night.
Lay your head in my lap, mon cheri,
Let my fingers caress your fiery hair
And soothe all morbid anxieties as best I can,
Feel my love heal your aching heart.
Winter is almost over, Spring is around the bend,
Where new joys are barely peeking through
Their rich, brown wombs and searching for sunlight,
Beginnings and endings are coming to fruition.