The Autumn Winds Blow Chilly and Cold

Watchful, caring eyes
Loving in disguise
A smiling face.
A tender embrace.
Confusing a touch.
Asking for too much.
A torn heart in pain.
Life's lonely again.

One by one images come to me
In clear, unabated clarity:
Images of fun and gaiety
With those of pain and depravity.
Scenes of such blissful adoration
Once produced excited sensation.
Times filled with such painful frustration
Rendered feelings of decimation.

November 1997