Nothing left but yellow leaves
they fall in earnest now
and tumble in the wind.
Stripped limps stretch
and reach through gray
to touch the sun and wait.
Hearts ache and break
for moments lost to hardened hearts
they hide behind the laughter
and leak through crinkled corners
in the night.
Would that hardened hearts would break
to hold the precious melting moments close
and see the leaves of Cimmerian regret
turn sunshine yellow
then fall and tumble in the wind.