Autumn

gail's work. i feel so inspired. it's really pretty. the title is all that i thought up. LOL.

Autumn
She often sat beneath the bridge
On the bed of leaves of fall
Crimson sky and pale red leaves
October scent swift and strong.
the fragile reeds in her palm
Blew and circled in the wind
what fun, they seemed to sing.
Then, the grey frost
came its silent way
Like a mower
turning red to grey.
Even the flowers
But the distant cold, was nothing
Compared to the hollow in their empty souls.

But daybreak beckons
there is something in the distance.
Hear the echo of the night
And soon, there will be some light.