Autumn

She left on the autumn winds
as weary trees took on their vibrant dream
and the saddened heart walked away from love
while Nature’s clock keeps on ticking
the golden leaves twirled
with spirals of red
dry as the shattered senses
with tears frozen in time
in the acrimony of the impudent winds
thoughts linger among the dance of colours
unwanted now
as the creaking pole casts out
its final line
the winds form a far-reaching good-bye
and the summer died.

© J Farmer 2013