Song of Leaves and Tears

I almost missed autumn this time around

the leaves billow around doorways with a naïtivté,

thinking that they are the only ones that can truly cheer me.

Little do they know how close to the mark they are.

In autumn, trees die, spilling crimson in their wake,

Soon to be mourning, covered in white snow crystals,

entombing them in silence

As Tears stream down my face, the wind caresses me,

reminds me that it is my friend,

the leaves whisper that that they will always be there

And I smile, knowing these to be truths