Autumn's Departure Poem by Maximus D. Redwood

Reopening the dirty wound to—
To clean it out.
To clear the dirt and infections and orange leaves
From Autumn.
She blew in without my say, her breath bitterly cold.
She rushed the dirt, let it erode at my clothes then skin.
She then kissed the damage, dove her tongue in and—
And stuffed it full of gorgeous, orange leaves.
She forced the wind to howl around me, deafening me as—
As she whispered gentle breezes to everyone else.
When I got upset, she evaded blame,
Told me it was my—
My fault.
My fault for liking the Autumn,
Loving her.
So, I ignored the wound when the weather became frigid,
When Autumn departed and when Winter came along.
I let the hurt close, ignored it, let it infect, forgot it!
But this damage from the past season is killing me, so—
So slowly and now I am here!
I am.
I am reopening the grief to clean it out,
To truly heal,
To move on.