Gloomy

It’s one of those Autumn days

When the wind cracks through the air, 

Making the trees tremble and

The goldenrod shake

Stirring together the damp, cool air

With crumbling, decaying leaves

The curtain of darkness 

Is inching closer

The sting of cold, Winter air

Starts to poke around, 

Pressing through 

The comfortable blanket of summer

I, too, know comfort and warmth

The hug of safety,

The dance of liveliness,

The melody of hope

Playing around me and through me

But I, too, know darkness and decay

To say goodbye

To lose myself,

Or at least partly,

To feel stripped

Like the Autumn tree

Her roots are planted,

Yet this doesn’t stop the wind,

From robbing all her leaves

Left only with the nakedness

Of herself

“I suppose,” she says,

“It was time.”

She,

The tree, I mean,

And the wind, the leaves, the cold

And the darkness, the decay,

The letting go,

It’s all happening inside of 

me, too. 

So, looking outside today,

I don’t see gloom,

I just hear the comforting words

Of companionship

Of empathy

Of being seen,

“Me, too.”