Begrudging Truce

Autumn pens poems
on livid leaves,
passing fallen notes
to remnant whispers
of Summer sonnets

Stark contrasts chat
like old friends
tugging the reigns
of an aging grudge.
Verdant foliage tempts
while gelid winds
chastise foolhardy lips.

Their grim conversation
follows the vacant footsteps
of last season's tourist,
jostling trashy memoirs
where callous passersbys
once decorated
barren park benches.

Its here she litters
the dregs of hope
as her tired bones
           finally embrace the shivers.....

Bruised ego held evident
between scattered dross
and grassless tracks
of dusted dispair
where children played
amid golden arms
just mere days ago
and she knows......
             Its finally time to rest.