Autumn's Doe

Oh, solitary autumn,

I reap just what I sow.

I try to love ‘till things get tough,

Then run off like a doe.

My land looks nice in autumn,

It suits a lonely day,

Yet wanting without company—

Contrarian, I pray.

Then something sparks my autumn—

'Twas truly, from the blue.

Two open arms and lover's laugh—

A portrait, now, of you.

The breeze comes soft in autumn,

As you lay next to me.

I never quite foresaw this kiss

In my best reverie.

Bright leaves look nice in autumn,

That is, until they die.

“A sweet song now, but bitter soon

Is what we are,” I cry.

There’s nowhere left for autumn,

In winter’s land of snow.

I’d like to stay, but I’ll run away

Again, just like a doe.