Autumn is here - in the garden where we walked,
The rotating gates’ welcoming embrace,
A painful, cruel, piercing squeak now.
Autumn is here - under our tree,
The space that completed me, completed us, our ephemeral bliss,
A hollow, empty, existence of sorrow.
Autumn is here - in the gathering of these birds,
Their chirruping, our music. Soulless.
Their fluttering wings, our heartbeats. Flightless.
Autumn is here - in its sounds, sounds without your laugh.
Autumn is here - in its silence, silence without your rhythms.
Autumn is here – in the garden where we walked and in my heart.
#HWR #FDC10 #prompt7