Autumn blues

Step after step, heavier it becomes,
The wind blows, the rain comes,
He trips on a stone,which cut like a knife
Twas the loneliest autumn of his life.

There's a sorrow in his eyes,
On his cheek a tear dries,
A rain drop falls on his head,
The trees have all their leaves shed

The bird in the tree was gone,
Leaving his mornings alone,
He did not sing for him anymore,
As he did every morning before.

The raccoons are not there either,
His sorrow intensifies further,
What fun it was to look at the lot,
Frolicking, all sorrow forgot.

The morning mist had gone too,
Now only the chilly wind blew,
The mist which had clung to him,
Even when everything was grim.

The sun too hid behind clouds,
And him in darkness it shrouds,
The darkness swallows his shadow,
His heart is a messed up hollow.

He had been the bird on the tree
Singing with joy away to glory,
He had been one of the raccoon pack,
Had people around him not long back.

Like summer changes to autumn,
People 'round him forgot him,
Memories were all he had now.
To survive this loneliest autumn somehow...

And memories are all he needs,
The solace when none pays heed,
A touch, a smile, a shoulder to cry,
Though virtual will make sorrow fly.

He walks away on the same way
The bird sings as though it was may
His heart sees the raccoons play,
His mind pushes the loneliness away....

Ryan.A.Nash