The light is gone this autumn day,
Ironically, as I believe
Each moment contains its own light

The seasons pass, then fade away
Just out of reach, like drowning leaves
As they approach their own midnight

My winter comes, with no delay
As through autumn it interweaves
Its days both short and quite finite

I don’t look forward with dismay
Or see this as a time to grieve
No time for that in my twilight

For I seek light where it may shine
The time that’s left will still be mine

This is my reply to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge #36: Drowning leaves, write a trilonnet inspired by her photo, starting the poem with “The light is gone…”
Trilonnet ~ four 3 line stanzas
                   ~ 8 syllables per line
                   ~ rhyme pattern abc, abc, abc, abc, dd