Odi et Amo

(Revised: Original date of publication: December 16, 2016)

Sprigs in rust,
Red, gold,
And yellow
Are filling the meadows.

Falling leaves are hurrying
To kiss
The crying ground
Notwithstanding what abounds.

In a murder
Of their dream to be together;
Reality
Is the cold-blooded killer.

Wistful bliss is declared
Dead on the Scene.
Gusty winds
Are accomplice.

Forsaken trees sing elegy
While dead heart
Deliver its own eulogy:
“Odi et amo-” her closing verse.

The tearless bereaved is catatonic;
While the Grasshoppers mourn.
And the crickets,
They’re startled; they’re speechless.

They have never
Ever seen
Such an inundation
before.

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