It's The Little Things....

Autumn sees us pull our coats about us
And reach into forgotten pockets.
Arms reach into warm folds of fabric
That embrace us throught the time of
Darkness and chill winds.

Now somes the desire to huddle indoors,
And reflect over the living, and the dying,
Since last the leaves fell.
The little things that so often were
Nothing more than routine,
And often a burden or a chore at least-
Become, in this inward turning time of year.
Fascinating - even obsessions,
Now that you are not there...

So many little things now,
I do not have to do-for you.
You are no longer here.
The end of the tedious,
Was such a delight.

Until I wrapped my coat around me
Again, as I did last Autumn,
I never missed any of those
Silly old routines...
Now I do...
Because I did them for you,
And now you're gone.