Autumn has turned up
on
my doorstep.
Again !
Drenched, tempestuous, frowned.
Rusted leaves are coiled
in her dripping hair,
a
gray, foggy cape
wrapping her to the ground.
She pierces my soul with
cold, distant eyes.
Her breath smells of
rottenness and rain.
Dejected I bend my head,
then I sigh.
My hopes she forgot
where I lived were in vain.
