a cold heart

as autumn arrives in earnest

and nights turn bitter cold

my thoughts would turn to you

it’s as should be

as winter nears

that bleak and barren season

as ice is forming on the pond

a protective winter cover

is sealing off my heart

winter numbs

for which I’m grateful

heart’s pain is hard to bear

though,

I’d choose this frigid season

over any other

too cruel to see the spring

(when seen alone)

with tulips on our hill

shared summer days

would rather be forgotten

than in memory of one

alone

so, welcome autumn

usher in the cold

drive out the light

the warm

the happy days

sitting by the fire

I’ll pretend to be alright

if anyone should ask

The Versesmith