a new season

as she goes
up the stairs,
leaning on
the rail and
me following
and the light
from the bedroom
laying down
a soft yellow
path, i know
tomorrow
that i will
leave her, and
that this night
of love, will
be the last.
just as the
weather changes,
and the leaves
fall, and the
snow comes,
it's fine, it's
good, it's
nature taking
it's right
course, you
can't stop it,
you can only
accept it,
and bundle up
and build
that fire within.