Autumn

September is never autumn enough. 
Only a dash of winter,  
Then a streak of summer. 
 - the leaves are not yet ripe for falling. 

September rain feigns melancholy 
But its backdrop is summer's song. 
It doesn't tell you where to go 
To meet the coming winter days. 

You can't stand in the way and
Keep the end of the road from me. 
It's okay, I tell you, I've seen the end. 
I don't need to pretend. 

When you go away and the leaves too, 
There comes spring in the snowfalls.  
Every season is autumn then 
And every reason, a rhyme.