Autumn’s Last Lament by Ashley Tunnell
How frightening it must be
To be a window staring down winter
Morning brings a forest
Intricately laced across a frozen pane
Until the afternoon sun comes
And steals it all away
I’m stuck inside wondering why
Autumn comes with a sigh and leaves crying
Winter can be anything
A welcome mat
A hook to hang my keys
Or my heart
But it chooses to be cold