Wakeful Poedise

Ah! Fall. Thy leaves fall in ember tones beneath my feet.
The air is sharp to the touch
I am pricked with its cold.
Oh odd feeling, fluttering between my lungs
explain yourself.
What are you?
Who are you standing there
in autumned shadows
Burnt on Summer's bright wings.
Is it cold you bring to my heart?
Or the memories of something colder.
The old things, the dear old things
are gone from my eyes.
The light grows dimmer each day
Night gathering a larger appetite.
It eats more of the fair sun than I
care to admit.
In my room,
I shut the blinds
and without blankets
mine arms are cold.
What will the future bring?
Dear LORD,
show me thy plans.
I am full of wakeful wonderings
Almost to a pain.
I remember things again.
I remember standing there
Wanting to ask questions
but loath to speak.
And now, it is all past.
I could let my burning lungs collapse with a grateful sigh!
But the air will not leave.
It is true I said goodbye.
But last year lingers in my bones
as I wonder what the future holds.
The old year's face
still burns my eyes
till they shine with tears.
Oh darling Spring,
come ever near
straight through Fall
from within Winter's heart!