Missing you

Dry autumn leaves come floating down
Like summers teardrops they do fall
As flowered feathers in the sun
Yet pull me not from my recall

Of sublime mornings spent as one
October’s streets and parks we knew
And stopped to sample love and life
Amidst the woodlands daybreak dew

And now the evening’s chilly breeze
With dismal days does bring me home
I walk along without your touch
My world is cold, my heart’s alone

November’s clouds, a gloomy veil
Like tattered fleece they drape the skies
My heart and hope ride there among
In misty reign of lonely sighs

The mourning dove does mourn again
Soft sing his blues among the pines
And finds no answer for his pain
He’s lost again – there are no signs

In chilly death December lies
For with despair it covers deep
I stand in hope to live again
Before the frost, before the sleep

Again today I bathe and dress
To do the things I like the least
Then catch myself amidst my work
Lifting my eyes and searching east