Autumn

You came with the tulips.

And your voice delighted me,

The way the birds' chirping pleases a tree.

Life seemed to flow with your presence.

It introduced me to multiple senses,

Like hearing the sound of swaying grains

And tasting the sweet moisture brought

By the wind.

But spring seemedto leave

Without an interlude.

Music fell into silence,

As green turned into amber.

The dry air left abittersweet scent of death,

As the placid streambecame murky

From the heat.

There is a sad comfortin knowing that

You will eventuallycome back.

But it is still along winter.