autumn air
- Rebecca W Morris
- Sep 20, 2016
- 1 min read
I smelled it in the autumn air
Cruel nature cruel cruel nature
I smelled you in the memory
Crisp autumn air and
My own hibernating habits
Empty room and burning candles
An old ink stained dress
And you were there in the room
The smell of seasons gone
A time one year ago
Autumn around the corner
Never in between the seasons
A boy washed up on the beach
Ejected from a boat
A young man smashed into pieces
Young
Man
Boy
Gone
And then the money comes
Pouring in
And then the council votes unanimously
To bomb
Men and women
Gone
With the circle of seasons
Not human and not your fault
The tyranny of the open night's too rough
For nature to endure.
And I could not grasp
And I cannot grasp
Cruel cruel nature
And I am what I was before
And I am not what I was before
Words to lull me to sleep
Words and breath
That is all that fill the room
Nothing more than that
Dreams caught in the webs
Of my dark maid lover
And little trinkets
Given by others
Yet nothing from him
But strange photographs
From a strange, sad night
That captured him but not at all
And I am cocooned in the love of the world
But a whiff lingers in the new cold air
And only memories remain
And then cruel cruel nature has won again
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