Sorrows of Autumn

Something seasonal as the days grow shorter, and the nights start drawing in.

Sorrows of Autumn

Autumn speaks of loss, of fading light:
Summer’s dawn recedes to night;
We part from fine bright summer days,
And sorrow with parting of the ways;
Persephone and Demeter embrace
One last time, one long lingering grace,
Before the leaves turn brown on tree,
And gale forces winds the gods set free;
Rough seas, crashing on the coastal shore:
Warm inside, are we, behind closed door
And shuttered window; the fire bright,
Then darkness, and glowing ember light;
Isolation, while outside the storm rages,
As it has ever done, for all long ages;
The thunder’s roar, the lightening strike:
The air shimmers, bright, ghost like,
And where it hits, hungry fires burn;
Raised voices, fire engines, concern,
And all so fast, the house broken,
What word of comfort can be spoken?
The sorrows of autumn in falling rain,
As if the earth weeps, cries in pain;
The dying light, flower’s fading glory:
This is the season, this the story.