Autumn Nightfall Poem by Phil Soar

As Autumn days drift into nightfall
My sadness reaches a new level
Although each day is still the same
The hours and shadows grow short
The grey skies linger
The leaves no longer share their life
They drop
Like dying embers of a fire that burnt through summer
Yellowing each day as the nights intensify
I find no comfort
I fall, as do the leaves
Into a seemingly endless sleep
Not wanting to take part in the day
No longer expressing how I feel
Just motionless in the waking hours
Understanding it has to be this way

While nature waits to recover it's beauty
I too wait
As Autumn drifts into Winter
The sadness takes hold
Of me