September Song

The chill winds ruffle the browning leaves
crinkling on the bough,
and where the children laughed and played
there is that autumnal sense of loss,
which seeps into my very bones.

Can it be that another summer is gone?
Shops already hint at Christmas to come,
and days grow shorter
the nights longer
and colder.

And yet memories of summer linger
and like your kisses, warm my heart
and in your arms I feel, still
the warmth and comfort
which only you can bring.

They say it is a long time
from May to December,
and yet the days pass in a a flash
and I look at my summer dresses
reluctant to put them away.

You liked that skirt, my colour, you said,
and those days when we would hold hands
and love would fill every sense,
and the long summer evenings
allowed time and space for us.

The days grow short in light
but speed by at the same speed
or so it seems,
and only your love warms me
to my very soul.

The winds scatters the leaves now
and the park where the children laughed
is left to the scattered remnants
of the lost and the lonely,
and I shiver, and think of you.