And then came the poetry...My Poetry

grey sky, grey silence
the autumn is blowing on my face

and there is cold rain in my hair

your eyes were like summer skies

you felt like greenery on my skin

but you were too beautiful to be mine

the weak sun peaks through my curtains

the coldness slips under my covers

because the warmth of your body is gone

pale day, dark sky, dead leaves

I call out your name but only hear the wind
and I stand alone in the middle of autumn

Poem by Marie Trepanier (Me)

Photography by Honey Tree