A chronicle of where I've been, where I'm at, and where I'm going.

autumn

Written by

the brown hair of fall

her auburn eyes

falling, flitting

across my surface

captivates me once more.

she comes to me

lays herself down

gives way to winter’s slumber.

I’m left cold

alone

waiting

wondering should I wake her

and tell her once again

how this coming and going

leaves me a broken mess–

she’s a fickle companion

and I know time and again

she will have her way with me

and leave me alone in the cold.