October presses me against his chest -
I feel all the sadness he summons
as my lungs breathe the oppressive
air of a hundred different lives;
he mourns with me.
The leaves touch exposed skin.
I shudder at the thought of
hanging limbs on the
He is every gust of shame,
of darkness, of hauntings.
I reflect on how often I've wanted
to sink into the earth,
like a sacrifice, to dust I shall return.
But his lips move my bones;
nothing has ended.
Just as his face will harden
and turn ashen with winter's approach,
he will someday return
with dahlias in his hand,
the warmth of a sun I thought
would die when all the good
in the world faded away.
Oh my how did I miss this!!! For me personally, this has more than personification of Autumn. I feel there is some. yearning for love and warmth. For me personally, it felt like you are tired of feeling a certain way, and you're ready for that to change.
Congratulation, you deserve this win :)