Springing Into Autumn...

Every now and then,
I'm touched by Spring;
To life, I say amen,
As I again start living.

I feel suddenly keen,
To amble through time,
See the leaves, green,
In the wind, play mime.

Then, I hear a song,
I swoon to the melody,
And begin before long,
An unintended parody.

Being in good spirits,
Only portends shame,
A joyous loss of wits,
Is all I can really blame.

In play, I've hurt her,
I reluctantly recognize;
She mustn't suffer,
Distressed, I apologize.

The leaves, many,
Meekly meet the Earth;
The sounds, if any,
Are surely not of mirth.

Only pain is spry,
As Autumn barges in;
I am sorry, I cry,
In the cold, silent din.