So Very Much Alone
The trees are black
The streets so bleak
Autumn brown the grass
The bright blue skies
Give no hint
That the winters her at last
The Autumn leaves
Are sear and crisp
And fall in steady showers
Stirred up by playful winds
They spin along the silent streets
And scatter through the flowers.
When evening comes the bitter cold
Everywhere the mist enfolds
Ghostly figures hurry home
Some so very much alone
Alone alone for endless hours.
by Hillie Feldman August 23rd 1996
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