The autumn moon was large tonight, as wide and round as your open, honest eyes. There was this hazy, golden glow around it in the sky, not quite a halo. Just a lot of yellow.
I hate the fall. It haunts me, the way you do. The sky becomes this deep, clear blue, so vibrant after the sun-faded summer days. As the air becomes colder - the way my life has without you - the tree sap slows in preparation for winter. Leaves change to brilliant shades of yellow and gold and crimson. Grass dries to a dull amber, looking as lifeless as your body after our first true battle. The chill in the air keeps me alert and on my toes in a way I thought only idiots could.
But worst of all... Worst of all, the birds fly to warmer weather, the animals burrow, the insects sleep, and all is quiet. ...It is as if nature itself wishes to rub salt into the wound of regret I carry, that empty, aching loneliness that won't leave me.
And it reminds me oh, so bitterly, of our last battle - your final fight.
I hate the autumn because it reminds me of you.
an: Okay, autumn is one of my favorite seasons. It just stirs up such feelings of melancholy, and all the world is changing once again as Earth sheds her summer dress in preparation for winter, so I had to write something when I saw that beautiful harvest moon outside the window.
The first sentence always felt a bit poetic to me, so I have gone back and written a poem as a... companion piece to this, I guess. Please go check it out and let me know what you think! And if you'd let me know what you think of this, also, either on its own or in comparison, I'd be so very grateful! =)