Daughter of Autumn
Entered the lake.
Slowly, gently,
No ripple in wake.

Nightgown tied tightly
To a lifetime of sorrow,
To rocks and stones, and
A book she had borrowed.

She whimsically wished
There were waterlillies.

Shook uncontrollably,
Sobbing within,
Icy water passed over her chin.
Gave herself into the water..

Cries no more, Autumn’s Daughter.