I see you in the Fall The red leaves whipping in the wind like your hair flowing behind you. The chaotic movement connect to something strong sturdy safe. I see you in the fall. The wind screaming in my ear like you when the schizophrenia kicked in terrifying but beautiful in a broken sort of way. I see you in the fall. Like the flowers that bend towards the slightest glimmer of sunlight just as you would hold onto any ray of hope that came your way like it was the last time you'd see it I see you in the fall as the trees show their branches it leaves falling like your hair did Beautiful despite it's baldness I saw you in the fall. But now it's winter and like the leaves on the trees You are gone.
This poem is to my mom who died of cancer, fall was her favorite season, and is now mine too.