Sean Godley - October

My soul, once March, then May, is now October,
As the hunchback trees reveal dark veins
Within their falling skin that once, all over,
Was not flaking flesh, but free of pains
From age through life, unscarred by time though love,
As once my eyes contained the sun of being
And not the failing moonlight now above;

My early twilight's fled, my youth is fleeing,
But there lays bitterpeace in drifting leaves:

We had our passion, yeah, July and I,
And after love a lover's body weaves
Inside it's weaver - thus they gently lie,
Yet past this loss there's gained some greater thing,
As dying autumns forge a budding spring.

Sean Godley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/october-18/