The Autumn Does Not Bring To Me Good News... Poem by Julie Anjani

To magical abode of my dreams, a thorny road
Is covered with leaves of bleak days, bitter to the taste.
The way is blocked by guard standing at a threshold,
Who forbade me to come close, even to its gate.

My soul is gripped by anxiety and restless thought;
Life's colors flow down with tears of rain and fade.
Creator has no excuse to turn back time or hold,
And autumn doesn't bring to me good news of late.

The maple leaf soars in flight alone, shining with gold.
Sadness squeezes heart more with each calendar's date.
The evil rock mocks me cruelly, giving a cold
And the autumn rain is crying over my fate...