'The Death of Autumn'

Autumn is dying tonight
Its cries sounding amid the deluging droplets
drumming ceaselessly upon the roof above my head
Of all the season’s
it seems the cruelest death is reserved for autumn
Winter wanes into resplendent rebirth
Spring swings joyfully into summer
like a child on a garden gate
And summer surrenders gracefully
colorfully closing its pages
dying a hero’s death
mourned by all who knew her
But autumn dies alone
Like a once proud lady who has outlived her children
knowing all along she was never anyone’s first choice
She was the friend of the girl everyone admired
Tagging along in summer’s shadow
she made the best of her hand-me-down’s
smiled when she should, and always said the right things
She settled for what she could get
made the best of what she was left with
invested everything she could into her inheritance

and didn’t complain
Now, alone and defenseless
she faces the rising winds
creeping frosts and long dark nights
without even an erstwhile suitor for company
She gathers the few remaining tatters she owns
folds her hands over her breast
and allows the snows to cover her
her tears freezing
before they even fall.
 
Blaise Brown.




NB: To share some words written by Blaise, because I was just thinking about him and remembering this baby he once gave to me for 'safe keeping'.