In the southern hemisphere
the April rain turned the leaves amber overnight
This sudden sadness even taints my perception of the sun
that once was golden with warm embrace
The soiled ground reminds me of
the period of my life
when everything was a uphill battle
so stuck
climbing was a daily routine
I still feel the hopelessness
knowing I am living in the distance of a decade
An old friend I desperately want to forget
and move past it all
Standing in the biting April rain
I am present in the reality of a bondage
Flicker of Thoughts 
Check out Robert Frost’s Nothing Gold Can Stay. It’s written for spring but it covers the same ground as your poem.
Nice to see you posting again!
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Thanks Bartholomew. Just read Nothing Gold Can Stay, nice one. I’d love to write again.
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Poignant, and very well rendered… You’re not alone. Most of us have been there at one time or another… I know that doesn’t really lighten the burden… I guess the only solace is that change is inevitable…; -)
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Very true. Some emotions just like to resurface to remind us how we once were. Not a bad thing though.
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Beautiful desperation. ❤️
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Ah yes, the falling leaves… beautiful but wet and windy, and sadly too.
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beautiful 💜💜
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