Fall's Lament(edit)

[wasellajam]

It’s too late-
the leaves and you are gone,
no longer living
in summer’s forgotten dream.

The trees’ grey arms still reach-
false bright of blue,
sun’s promise, slips
through spindled fingers.
 
I envy the tender shoots 
deep in soil’s quiet night,
gentle roots cradling
lost blood and bone.
 
I lay my head to rest 
against your stone forever
promising to tend your flowers
with no hope of spring.

It’s too late
the leaves and you are gone
no longer living within summer’s dream
the grey arms of the trees reaching
to finger the false blue of the sky
still promising the heat of the sun.
 
How do I believe I can regrow
when all I can do is lay grieving
buried so deep in the soil
I can’t hope to see the sun?

Hi, Bryn, powerful, I have just one note: Forgotten dreams. It's an over used phrase, I may have used it myself, but it makes no sense to me. If it was forgotten you wouldn't have mentioned it. A lot of things happen to our dreams and I think you can find a better word to describe what happen to these.

You say a lot well here and I've been enjoying it, thanks for posting.