Stormy Departures
Unless you feel pain
Brooding and cramped
Arthritic and damp
Swirling black leaves
Down empty streets.
These storms
Ask no reason
For abruptly
ending their season—
Usually
Beneath street lights
To make it dramatic,
Final
Cathartic.
And they go
As other Novembers past
Precipitous and sodden
Not fading
Into watery mist
But leaving
Without explanation
Or fight...
As so many others
Have done in my life.
Dark. Very dark. An amazing piece about time, seasons and life past like a road we walked too fast.
Sometimes i wonder if Autumn makes us feel nostalgic, or is the other way around...
@flashfiction
yes, a very good question -November rain can be cruel although TS Eliot claims April is the cruellest season, but what do Brits know about rain? lol
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Pretty dark, John. Sounds much like a relationship of reasons or seasons; never meant to last but thanks for pissing on... I mean... watering the lawn.
ha ha, thanks mere - yes, it is dark - I can be dark :)
Dark, brooding, moody. Just the way I like them,John.
thanks Ceci - glad you liked it :)
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Short, but sweet! I love it!
Thanks, Robyn :)
Chills! Love the mournful depths.
thanks
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