Late Autumn

It’s a feeling that has no words to describe,

when the late autumn leaves fade color.

Quietly waving a final goodbye 

in the chill as morning mist hovers.

 

It’s something between a pure feeling of peace 

and a loneliness down to the bone.

Perfect tranquility rests on the air,

but the sadness won’t leave you alone.

 

Life has a way of drifting in waves, 

up and down through the moments we live.

Yet lurking below in the dim and the cold 

are so many things buried that give

 

hidden purpose to cry. Is there some reason why 

we go on always holding it in?

We should learn from the trees who let go, so in Spring…

they can always start over again.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Autumn, while beautiful, also acts to remind humans of their mortality, and thus is the cause of sadness as well as admiration. Of course, as you say, in spring we can start all over again, so we should remind ourselves that autumn is just part of a timeless cycle.