Vicissitudes

The dark November
stark
raving mad cold,
tonight the trees feel old
bend and weep in an icy sweep

It is this night, I know
I do not love you-
but oh, how I once loved you
in the blanketed arms sheltering
late autumn's sting
and the wind would sing,
not morn.

I do not love you,
but how I once loved you
in my season,
smiled on you
like the golden shards
that green the trees
and fuel the summer's balmy breeze

Now the green has gone
and golds and reds and yellows fade
to grey, then bare
like the day that follows tomorrow,
I go from loving you
to not loving you,
to naked branches, starving, cold.
Tonight, I will feel very old
Remembering how once, I loved you
And you loved me, too.

The sun lowering out of the sky
stealing the last warm breath from day,
to know the loss of the sun's favor, into night
and that once, I loved you-
to know that I have lost you.

-J