fall.

fall is gone.
and in its place; a cold winter barren
like a lost child, the wind blows
its mournful sounds.
then, as quickly as it had come,
the strange wind departs.
Its call lost once more as a--
soft breeze takes its place.
Spring, like a new bud bursting
free for the first time,
is upon us.
It embraces us in full and
lets us go.
--to the warming embrace of Summer.

Once it goes, we once more
are lost in the depth of fall,
forever to replace the sound--
of a lost little soul.