October

The leaves all brown and golden have fallen
The cold October wind blows with no relief
Soon snow will blanket all

You said you would return in the fall
Fall is almost over
You are still not here

Who will warm me on the long, cold winter nights?
Who will build the fire in my heart
With you not here?


Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.