As autumn closes and the days grow cold,
Skies turn from luminous to murky grey.
The leaves of amber, crimson, brown and gold,
Have fallen and most all have blown away.
The barren trees embedded in the Earth,
Stand seeming lost and sad within their mire,
Lackluster as my heart within its dearth,
Need light of love or else they will expire.
As wind and rain begin to fall and moan,
I am like stone upon deserted shore,
A frozen soul that needs to find its home,
Abandoned heart left only wanting more.
Release your light, your love, your warmth and bring,
Us back to blissful beauty of the spring.
—Michele Cameron Drew
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