Even The Stars Are Dead In The Winter Poem by Melissa Leddy

The trees without leaves,
Without swaying in the breeze,
The trees without leaves,
Give back the leaves, please.

The wind without patience,
Blowing the empty branches fro,
The wind without patience,
Howling into the snow.

Please give me back my Autumn
My dearest, closest friend.
The one I could never turn my back on
The one who never made me pretend.

Please give me back my Autumn,
I need her here right now.
Please give me back my Autumn,
I want her back somehow.

The crisp air will not stop gnawing
At the pain in my fingers and toes
The coldness won't stop searing
At any of my heart-felt woes.

The maples, I hear cracking
At the cold that has been bestowed.
The ice becomes even thicker
On the lakes, the ponds, and the roads.

Please. Give me back my Autumn.
She's the one I cry for at night.
Please give her back to me for good.
I know she'll make it right.