I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .
The winds of change,
we were still doing,
our summer dance.
Still running through flowery meadows,
walking along rosy paths.
You felt the wind grow colder,
you turned to see where it came from.
Seeing the approaching of autumn,
you decided it was enough of summer fun.
As you walked away,
I reached out my hand,
wanted you to take it and stay -
but you just continued on your way.
When you left me behind,
you had forged that river,
I could not follow you.
Roses were still on the vine,
while raindrops made them cry,
as I sadly sighed.
The autumn brought just memories,
no more dancing with the breeze,
the colorful leaves came swirling by,
but all I saw were shades of gray
and a lonely path through the wintertime.
© 2020 Gypsy Rose Lee