End of October

Silent screaming,
     Running, dripping, scratching
     Down my face
     Like a leaf,
          But much, much more painful.

It's graceful floating:
     A dance with the wind
     Whose wistful touch
     Caresses the leaf's face
     And it falls...
          Last in the pile.

It leaves a mark,
     Staining my cheek,
     With a red paint
     Left from the day when
          The fall of autumn hit my face
     Then rolled d
                             o
                                   w
                                        n,

                                                Ending my October.