The Last Rose Of Summer

when the last rose of summer has withered & fell from the vine,the cool,still,damp of autumn creeps in like a phantom in the night.slowly,softly ,unsuspecting,inching it's way across the land until the summer has gone from before your very eyes,all that is left are the mists & fogs of autumn.likewise,the summer has gone from my bed,all that remains is the cold damp of autumn,the precursor to winters icy grip & long dark nights  of emptyness......I feel so alone.........
cropshop cropshop
56-60, M
1 Response Aug 12, 2010

... heartbreaking....