Melancholic Ache

Melancholic haze of fall’s ache whispers,

Beckoning like surging waves upon the wind

To create a shadowed veil from depression’s

Already foreboding sensations it sends -

Fleeting aspirations, like withered brown leaves,

Drift, scattering across the gardens of my heart

With deep-seated wistfulness of emotion's platitudes

Whilst ceasing never in its quest to thwart

The solitude of long sought after, evasive peace;

Strengthening, it wreaks havoc with all doubt, and

Dryness of the soul’s river expands, imitating

The heart’s long starved, thirst driven drought.

With the fall’s ache comes a residual of murmurs,

Mirroring a lack of any abiding hope in sight

As winter’s encroaching call - my destiny - creeps to

Impending death, reminiscent of a failing plight.