It's Autumn
And withered leaves
Die coloured
On the ground
I watched as you retreated
Down the platform
There was no final wave
As you stepped on train
Towards a destination
Unknown to me
A figure, cloaked against November's chill,
Will greet you with outstretched arms
As I once did.
On the phone
My children pay lip service
As through the window
I watch wild birds
Squabble for crumbs in my garden
Autumn
And withered leaves
Die coloured
On the ground
I shiver as Winter steals towards me
Will I ever know Spring again.
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