The Fall

September fades into October,
        and light makes way for darkness.
The season recedes
        and takes my brighter self
                 into the night
	                  where Winter
		                    will again grow into Spring.

He said grimly, 
           I love Autumn.
He said it every year
           and did not smile.
So, year after year
	I asked him,
		but why?
And I watched him
        grow dark.

Still, I know, that
        after Winter  
                  comes Spring,
                          and sunshine,
                                    and new growth.