Again I see the leaves turn colour
Vibrant yellows, reds, greens and browns
Like burning embers they fall to the ground,
Not yet snuffed
Cloaking the grey street
In their living-dying promise
Of a barren tomorrow
Reborn in springtime
Again I wait for flowers to come,
The birds to sing
The sun to hail a new summer
As the memory of the first frost fades away
For good
Still, I sit
Patiently
Not tensing against winter
Not shutting myself away in mourning
Just yet
Instead savouring the fall —
It’s lively colours, its sorrowful grey
Knowing I’ll miss it when spring comes
Again