Lonely Months

The autumn days come crisp and cool,

With early dusk and clear night sky.

Hoarfrost on the turning leaves.

September. Summertime must die.

Soon it will be cold gray winter,

But for now strange fall plays its game.

I sit outside at its approach

And I wonder who was to blame.

Trees have grown bare and silence drops.

There’s more change now than in the springs.

A shift of mood, a change of hue.

I sit here and remember things.

Perceived sighs penetrate the air.

With a grieving at summer’s end,

I search through a shadow unseen

That changes every day, and then

Autumn spirits blow breaths of ice.

The sky puts on its grayer shawl.

The wind designs a face unknown,

It whistles names I can’t recall.

It is October when the full fall comes

And time just past is in the present spent.

The pumpkins blossom full of hollowness.

Tell me.  Where can the hollow heart be sent?

All the passing days are intensely short.

The startling stars form shining pointed shields

Reflecting memory of summertime.

I see odd forms dancing through glowing fields,

As Halloween howls and Halloween spooks

Fade away before the November snow.

All through this warning time I watch the sky

And feel the gusty northwest windward blow.

No sporting games can occupy my days.

Nothing comes to erase the ghost of…Who?

When that certain chilling captures the air,

I know those times last summer were too few.

Then Thanksgiving Day is a fortnight near,

I can feel the Christmas season calling,

And recall those things I meant to give her.

Wondering why all this summer stalling?

Yet still, the hope she will call.

She’ll restore joy. A touch of lust

Will defrost the air to warming;

This then will clean the chilling dust.

Each hour, I pause outside to wait

For that one dream worth dreaming of

In ebbing streams of consciousness

Broken on banks of broken love.

Now these lonely days roll along,

As all these lonely months go pass.

I hold in hand a hope I lost,

But I know the loss will not last.

I can sing a little at times,

Take a deep breath or laugh again.

Somehow I’m sure when I believe

That soon I’ll forget what has been.

The face is dim in New Year’s mist.

Those eyes are fading from my heart.

The cloudy hands have come to clasp,

And after the cold, spring will start.