The Weather Doesn't Change

Started sometime in August or so of 2013 but not finished until December

You are Autumn leaves

beautiful but barely clinging on.

Drained of your chlorophyll 

after finding her note reading

"I'm gone."

For a moment,

 time stood still

though the clock hand never ceased.

That moment lives on

in your color drained world.

Beckoning through the trees

a voice whispering

"come back to me."

You are Autumn leaves

hanging lucid of the biting breeze.

Placing irrational faith

in the hope you can't shake

that her arbitrary exit

was all a mistake;

and by the end of the day

when the blue sets in

and your light gets farther away,

the open air listens to a faint cry

of the Autumn leaves

desperately reciting

"why."

You are Autumn leaves

vacantly dangling in this lonesome tree.

Numbly browning with each memory of light

constantly being asked

if she's even worth the fight.

Too frail to muster anymore hope

or more consoling lies

that through faithfully waiting

she'll return in time.

Was it for your indestructible hope

that they pitied you the most?

Or your inconceivable dreams

that only they deemed

inconceivable?

Listen not to the tree bark that rots

while you count 

the moon's visits

and the melancholy

he brought.

You are Autumn Leaves

who once lived vicariously

through the sun kissed breeze.

A painful remembrance of what is now lost

sets in your cells

like a pre-winter frost.

Contemplating catching the wind

on it's journey to the ground

for you feel no bliss

or a purpose that's new found.

Try with all your might

to keep your stem clinging tight,

for you must dissolve into the earth

to one day

grow again.

You are Autumn leaves

trying desperately to forget me.

Whether distant or confined

you cannot free me from your mind

for I am your everlasting hope

though you kept me in target

through the misery scope.

Compassion was never supplied

so is my absence a surprise?

You know better

you bitter

Autumn leaves.

 

Author's Note

Up until that last bit, I think I was the Autumn leaves...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem a lot. I had a few Autumn leaves in my lifetime. I like the flow of places and thoughts leaving the reader with visions.
"You know better
you bitter
Autumn leaves."
A strong closure to the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kahtia Howard]

Thank you very much for your kind words and for reviewing! Seldom do I get feedback, so when I hear that you felt my poem had strong points and was liked, it helps me feel on track!

[Coyote Poetry]

I like your poetry. Alive and strong. You are welcome.