autumn leaves

tears and autumn leaves, her bitter
mix of youth and sorrow
as leaves wither, I am alone
whirling, seeking where to belong

leaves in the wind, much like
how we try to find each other
to break this barrier
in our passive ways

leaves have fallen, autumn
paints a sorrow scene still
rustling, trampling, I hurry, only to hear
her calling after me weakened by the wind

as I turn around
I am stunned to see
her beauty scarred by yesterday's tears
her brows and lashes twist my heart's tail end

what of joy, of bitterness, but
a backdrop rooted in fixed episodes
if autumn and spring are fleeting as they are
not one is warmer than the other

sorrow, like withered leaves
shed from our soul when we least expect
as light as a trace of a smile, is
as grand as a glimpse of a new
beginning