Autumnal Heart Poem by JoAnn McGrath

A heart that was once pulsing blood red with passion...

...now autumn has come to pass.


Like the leaves on the trees as autumn comes...

...life is now retreating in its veins.

We marvel at the colors.

But is it death mocking us?


My heart has gone through many colors.

And like those leaves now withered and brown,

scattered now upon the ground.

Left to be trampled by indifferent soles


The quiescence of my heart is deafening.

Open up my soul and see.

It lies torpid in it's space.

Dormancy quivers as winter awaits the spring.

Begging it will be nothing like the last.

Shivering in my autumnal heart.


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