And Thus Was Closed the Door

autumn’s push into darker days
and chilly weather,
September October November.
The moon casts shadows
the leaves change to crunching colors
littering the sidewalks and avenues,
And thus was closed the door
it was open for a while
’til silence found us where we hid
and all of the onlookers looked in
bidding us farewell
for they knew we were dead.
as the wind now blows the branches
bare and stark
clearing off their colors
and ripping them apart
autumn has never been kind. 
and winter is bitter and blind.
i never imagined we’d have nothing to say
we are not seasons, even though we change.
although you are cold, I cant bear call you winter.
but you are definitely not, anything like summer.


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