| The Winter That fork in the road Has been coming to me, Rather than I to it. The autumn is everpresent As what was red and gold Turns to the brown of decay. I never expected the summer To last forever in perfect warmth. I am only frightened By the knowledge that autumn Is followed always by cold winter. I do not fear the chill nor snow, But I do fear the empty branches That must come to pass When each leaf has abandoned me. love poems anonymous |