Autumn’s Last Dance….

I feel like a leaf in autumn, cold, silent and still waiting above the valley along the moonlit hill waiting for that inevitable moment when All is lost as the wind takes me in a sudden Don’t feel sorry for me; just appreciate the chance adore the autumn colours and that final marvellous dance Just before everything goes dark at sunset… Rejoice in this fallen life, but please don’t forget… What ignoble fate of essence boarded unrequested and sorely rewarded, clothing this host in autumn’s attire, carried forth into a bleak and wintery fire Humming in concert to applaud the caress of form of the howling protest in the coming blustery storm. Would the same melodious song seem whole would it sound just as sweet with one less soul? The fallen leave’s dance isn’t that of celebrating life, but utter despair, as they are carried far out of sight The changing of the seasons is at its end The coming of winter is an ill fated friend The cold wind enters my soul - Escaping the sun light in screams, Released from the tree of security and serenity. I am cold, alone, afraid….