Sabi SAD

I cannot see

clearly

the way

through 

thorn

thicket

overgrown

with worry

and brambles

of prior decisions

I am lost

in the coppice

left

watching 

the seasons

pass by

like cars full of familiar

strangers

As the trees

fall into their autumn best

then let 

loose their leaves

as the world

becomes cold

and white

as 

nubile

blooms

burst forth

as 

revelry

spills

onto

the streets

I 

wither

as 

bitter

crystallizes

on my 

cracked

grey

edges

OctPoWriMo 2018  Day 7 

*SAD - Seasonal Affective Disorder