A song: Autumn Sorrow

things are broken

not like toys

that children left on the floor

after called out to play

but like hearts

built up high

and then let down

not so easily

there sounds the melody

of the bird's

mournful morning song

without its harmony

the dissonance belongs

there sounds the melody

of the wind between the trees

of leaves falling to the ground

so deadly

you've got me crying out now

for freedom

from this autumn sorrow