Let Me Go

Hammer straight
and hammer true;
Close tighter
this coffins lid, for
the pounding resounds,
it echoes of goodbyes--
and from within its confines
I shudder.
It was summer yestereve,
when autumn drew its curtain
in sudden drifts
and life blew out,
in brilliant hues
of red and gold--
and I was blind to its beauty.
The dead do not see
and Death made it so
and like the leaves
I slipped away,
and to the earth I go.