Winds of Autumn

The winds of autumn come and blow,

warmth across my heart to overflow.

Deep from the past, and far from now;

Back, behind myself, to where I allow.

The winds of autumn bring to mind,

all those things thought left behind;

Behind to stay, never to find,

strength of its own to finally unwind;

Unwind the story of by-gone days,

slowly revealing those horrid ways.

The winds of autumn force to mind,

the spring long forgotten to defend.

This gentle breeze comes for me,

that I might join in winter’s glee.