Ode to Sadness

Sadness you are my closest of friends,
Silence and contemplation are your companions.
Each day you visit me and catch me unawares.
When you do come, it is like the falling of autumn leaves.
The dried and brown, the dead and yellow.
They float to the ground, reminiscent of better days.
Forlorn, forsaken, and without hope.
And then, a strong gust of wind arises to blow them all away.
And for a moment, a brief moment, the ground is empty.
A gentle breeze, teasing of hope awakens.
Like the touch of a feather.
But for a fleeting moment and then, the still once again.
Sadness you are my closest of friends.