Poetry Feature: A Fresh/er’s Autumn

The sickly decay of nature
Is almost bitter sweet
For I moved to greener pastures
And can now stand on my own feet
As my world begins to crumble
And Leaves turn from red to brown to grey
My heart takes a tumble
And I begin to pray

The happiness of now
Surprises even me
Because how surely how
Can I feel such ecstasy
I thought this would bring me pain
To see the summers’ dusk
Our relationship a cold, cold husk,
Was this all in vain?

The joy of goodbyes
Oh how time flies
And I welcome it so
Oh I how I longed for you to go
Although I feel sorrow
For summers song is sung
I cannot wait for tomorrow
When my heart will feel young.

I could not imagine that leaving you
Would feel as kind as spring and the morning dew

I could not imagine that leaving you
Would feel as kind as spring and the morning dew