When Autumn Speaks
When leaves drop heavy as unsent
Letters upon the dampened earth,
I taste the copper in cold air—
Your warmth dissolved in autumn's dearth.
October fog wraps ash-grey threads
Around the words we left for dead,
Each syllable a weighted stone
That settles in my chest alone.
But winds grow cold where shadows climb,
Where promises dissolve in time,
And hours spill like wine uncorked—
Each stain a prayer the floor has worked.
Yet dawn still stirs its fragile breath,
A cardinal calls through winter's death,
Its cry sharp as the love we bore—
I gather fragments from the floor.
One amber morning, still and bright,
I'll let these pieces take their flight—
Not loss, but gift: how love can grow
Like roots that bloom beneath the snow.
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