come fall and winter, too

as we tiptoe into fall, my heart sinks
the last two years apple picking and halloween costumes
have been accompanied by hope and expectation
that the winter might bring new life

there was such a sense of purpose with those auburn
and golden skies

it is a strange sensation now,
there is almost a loneliness about it

it feels like i am not doing something
i am supposed to be doing

but i know it is just the emptiness of being
without her

it is the longing that will always be near
come spring, come summer, come fall
and winter, too