The sky is pale baby blue.
Everything still seems to be sleeping
as the sun dances on the yellow
and orange and green leaves.
A lonely train rumbles by out of sight
and a plane ducks down, flying low,
ready to land, somewhere nearby.
You are asleep somewhere under the same sky
while I sit here, nursing a coffee
and gazing out at the familiar and yet
alien landscape that is not mine
and another world away from you
and me, another someone I could
I pine for summer
but now I’m craving
the familiarity of autumn books
that seem to shine orange and red
and brown and smell like warm drinks
and plenty of layers;
stories that glow warmth
and make me feel at one again.
and then, without warning, as autumn
arrived and enveloped them,
a sadness swept over her,
one that couldn’t be explained
as it pressed down on her
beating against her chest
so that her limbs became heavy
and her brain thick
with a longing and sadness
for something she couldn’t
quite put her finger on.
Autumn is here and I long
for those long sunny days
when we walked about barefoot,
short sleeves, picnicked
in the sunshine, sand between our toes.
Autumn is here and summer is gone for real
I think as the rain outside
hammers down, the streets and skies
grey and dull, the colours have seeped
away so that now, we’re living
in black and white.
I can see the whites of the rooftop
emerging through the tree branches
as the leaves fall away,
giving way to this barren scene.
We didn’t know it then –
It’s a hot chocolate kind of night.
Head in the sand,
pretending not to notice that Autumn draws near.