Autumn

Autumn
By Diana Brown

It is autumn and my sun has gone
Its gentle rays no longer touch the sky
All the world is-

Grey.
I watch the soft dance of leaves
Brown, naked, and empty;
they tumble in tremulous circles.
Tracing a path across the wind

I carve that path
My blood dances in hazy confusion
And all around me is spinning.

All is Grey.

I feel the wind eat the moment
And the breath of whispers
Have flown away
Spinning
Drowning in-

Grey

Their screams echo in my silence

The soil cracks, brown and dry
No nutrients are found there
The flowers have stopped
Their growth- stunted and deformed
Weeds will not even lay roots

Summer has come and went
Snatching away my sun
I am gone in Grey