Autumn feelings

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The leaves they fall in autumn

as do my spirits too.

I cannot stand the dying,

as decay does accrue.

Some people love the colours,

as green turns into red,

but I know that it's winter

that's heralded instead.

 

For in the depths of winter

my soul is balled up tight.

I hate the cold and darkness,

I crave the joy of light.

But days seems even longer

and there's no warmth in me.

I count the weeks till summer

when once again I'm free

 

to roam the sunlit meadows

and splash in sky blue seas

to feel the garden growing

and climb the highest trees.

But summer days grow shorter

as my heart slowly grieves,

so when it's time for autumn

I do not watch the leaves.

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Glenis has been writing poetry since the beginning of the first Covid lockdown. She writes mainly about her past, the environment, and/or her cats, and does most of her writing at night as she suffers from severe insomnia. When she is not writing poetry, she makes beaded jewellery, reads, cycles and sometimes runs 10k races slowly. She lives just outside Cambridge in the flat expanse of the Fens.