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.