A cold, grim day
even the clouds look forlorn
wind shrieks right through my core
I feel as fragile as a paper bag
caught in the bitter onslaught.
Autumn is just about hanging on
there’s a few stubborn trees left
hanging onto their crimson attire
fighting for all they’re worth.
The rest stand bare
as lifeless as mannequins,
cold, desolate, stark,
the whole world
is grey. . .
but soon spring will be here
and breathe life
into everything once more,
have patience, hope
and faith will follow
all you need to do
is believe in tomorrow.