How can I tell you
The autumn leaves have to fall
When the winter is due
The visitors of the garden
Left in search for a different season
The winter is cold and frozen
Snow covered....fàllen leaves, petals strewn
Could it have been worse
A stone placed on the heart of a rose
A poem desparate for want of words
Has turned into an agony of prose
A loner by the river
Listening to the tunes
In the pebbles of the water
Searching for the meaning of the runes
The shores being washed again
With every tide of the earth
A respite for the pain
With every sighing breath
How sorry I am
How can I tell you
The autumn leaves have to fall
When the winter is due
