Andrew Charles Forrest

As in life... #7 (The Tree)

As In Life... # 7 (The Tree)

 

As summer sighs into autumn

Green leaves meander to beige

Finally a flourish or crimson

As the parks are all set ablaze

 

The wind clears the fall from the benches

An old couple sit holding hands

Survivors of lifes battle trenches

Recounting yesterdays plans

 

He saw in her eyes she was weary

She asked, “You won’t ever leave me alone”?

“You’re not even close, not nearly”

And they shuffled the long path home

 

As autumn decayed into winter

Sucking the colour from life

No autopsy or a disinter

Just alone in the park with no wife