Leaves are falling on this year

last goodbyes, new born’s sigh;

a hint of love & multitudes

of restless nights & asking why

has brought me here.

 

Time’s slowing down, I’m breathing in

& all the memories we shared

have morphed to litanies of dreams

where hand in hand we walk the shadow world

you left me for.

 

What can I say? I wake these

dull faced mornings, iron skies go flying by

& seagull’s piercing cry remind me I’m alive

it seems the joy has flown with summer sun

yes leaves are dropping one by one

 

& winter’s near.