rain bleeds down white October cement
and the last of the honeysuckle and rose
give way to crowns of brittle yellows and rusts.
you ask me what is wrong
and there is no answer to why my answer
is never the right one.
coolness settles like a sigh into the city,
or like resignation, damp and flaccid.
we walk, and come up hard by the riverwall,
all stone and greying mortar against
what solace there is in storm-fed browns.
do not trouble yourself overmuch
by the bitter shade of my loneliness;
all things must flow in turn downstream
save the hawk that hunts above.
the tenth muse 
The mood one feels as winter approaches both from a seasonal standpoint and emotional standpoint are presented well in the poem.
Thank you!
Love it! Especially love the line – coolness settles like a sigh into the city.
And I like the hawk.
great touch with the hawk in the end …
the bitter shade of loneliness…the never being right…it builds nice…
great to see something new by you as well…
smiles.
Thanks, b. It feels like it has been awhile, just starting to get back into a regular swing…. ahh. Smiles.
i hear you…
and i miss richmond too.
smiles.
The bitter shade of loneliness and the hawk that hunts above, great lines Joanna.
thanks, lady! always great to hear from you. 🙂
a beautiful thought. I have not been on wordpress for a while; I am so happy to be welcomed back by this writing. Thank you
“you ask me what is wrong
and there is no answer to why my answer
is never the right one.”
I know of this very, very well
welcome back! it has been off and on for me of late with writing; happy you could find some resonance with this one. cheers.
I agree it’s great to see new writings from you – the imagery here captures the inevitable dying of the light that is autumn. Yes, you’re never quite understood, and he does not trouble himself overmuch is a wonderful use of words. Keep writing and find pretty colors in the leaves.
writing and finding pretty colors. i’m on it. 🙂 it’s nice to “see” you again, Mosk, and good to be back.