Solstice

[Blkrubbersoul]

Her eyes are filled with autumn.
Behind sepia glaze hang empty branches
amidst a barren field.
Dense fog shrouds an empty tree while
soliloquizing about comforting falling branches
in their final, fleeting moments.

Her lips are filled with autumn.
The last lies from the mockingbirds
spiral from them; heading south toward
warmer beaches and happier times.
Deserting the lips to chap in the
bitter climate to come.

Her heart is filled with autumn.
Crimson warmth of summers past
transforms into neutrality,
into grey.
The bitter taste of lukewarm decisions
trapped inside her breast.

She's alone, void, dormant.
Today she'll die to prepare for
the harsh weather to come, taking
solace in life's seasons and the ideal
that just one solstice from now,
she'll bloom.