autumn
leaves
turn colors
as
summer leaves us
fall’s
cool nights
arrive;
a
smell
of
cinnamon
nutmeg
and
memories
surround.
I fall
as
fall
arrives;
fall
into
the
downward
spiral
of
grief;
beyond
logic;
speeding
down
down
down
past
hopefulness
and
endurance
into
the
dark
endless
hole
of
grief.
– a widow