Autumn is here - in the garden where we walked,

The rotating gates’ welcoming embrace,

A painful, cruel, piercing squeak now.

Autumn is here - under our tree,

The space that completed me, completed us, our ephemeral bliss,

A hollow, empty, existence of sorrow.

Autumn is here - in the gathering of these birds,

Their chirruping, our music. Soulless.

Their fluttering wings, our heartbeats. Flightless.

Autumn is here - in its sounds, sounds without your laugh.

Autumn is here - in its silence, silence without your rhythms.

Autumn is here – in the garden where we walked and in my heart.

#HWR #FDC10 #prompt7