Poetry: Autumn - epilogue

As I shut the window and
silence the winds
attacking trees
leaves withstanding
I suddenly believe you

Believe you that
nature in fact does speak
only softly in the autumn
ever sighing
great big sighs
of relief

The weight finally shed
the sun hiding quietly
a mist settling down over
acres of barren land

I hope to be brave enough
to whisper what you
mean to me
over the subdued howling
and rustling

Yet tomorrow announces
itself in the dew drops
and I dare not breathe
a word