Ant Smith

Seasons

Autumnal

Walking through an orgy of fallen leaves

I splinter their bodies beneath my feet

If they were people I would spin and dance

And pause to hear them scream in resonance

Autumn drizzle dribbles down my long face

Wiping the dust of a long life away

If they were the tears that I'd long misplaced

I could drown all the folk I have come to hate

Biting blue wind has scored these ancient lines

On the parchment of my leathery skin

If these were the words I had left unsaid

You could read your death writ upon my chest

The freezing of my flesh in cold sunshine

Makes me meter out the pace of cold time

If this light were the souls of cold dead friends

I'd find it very dark towards the end

Autumn moves me with its gold decay

Autumn shows me I can fade with grace

Autumn draws me to this aged place

Where lies my warming open grave

As autumn's awful season finally wanes,

I wonder whether winter will cure my pains

Seasons