the sad poem

sadness, i felt at dawn:
i remembered the instances -
starting with the fading away
of the cherryblossoms
when spring was due;

then by the wilting
of flowers on my ledge
after yielding to
the harsh summer heat;

the falling of the leaves
by the gentle arrival
of the autumn wind
whispering quiet goodbyes;

to the bareness of trees
during the harshness of winter
the unforgiving frost
numbing my limbs
the snow-blurred window
blocking the view
of my untended garden;

the pangs of loss
evoked by the fading away
of my favorite song
the lyrics going away
but not the pain;

if i could only stop
the ballerina as it twirls
for its final turn
to bring back the first moment;

i have been searching
for our favorite book
gone missing from the shelf
along with the pressed rose;

my childhood photographs
soaked, carried away
by the rampage of waters
brought by the storm.

Sadness, i felt within -
and sensed the many instances
gnawing at my heart.