It’s a feeling that has no words to describe,

when the late autumn leaves fade color.

Quietly waving a final goodbye

in the chill as morning mist hovers.

 

It’s something between a pure feeling of peace

and a loneliness down to the bone.

Perfect tranquility rests on the air,

but the sadness won’t leave you alone.

 

Life has a way of drifting in waves,

up and down through the moments we live.

Yet lurking below in the dim and the cold

are so many things buried that give

 

hidden purpose to cry. Is there some reason why

we go on always holding it in?

We should learn from the trees who let go, so in Spring…

they can always start over again.