An Autumn Song

When she's gone- she is now- everything starts
To unravel. The sun disappears from the sky,
And the leafless trees make a prison of branches
Which I must negotiate on my way home. The air's
Become frigid. I've so far to go, as the burnt umber
Stripe on the western horizon grows dimmer,
And stars start to pop into view. They are wasting
Their light. I don't find them too charming. I stumble
Through thickets toward my cold home, a man
Without prospects, a part of the gloom. My reason
For being's not here.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-14 at 01:03

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I like the way every line is linked with the idea of "autumn." A well-crafted work, Larry.