Melancholy Holidays

End of the year came to quick....

Isolate in evenings late, 

thinking of the year gone by. 

How fast October arrived, 

soon leaving for Novembers throne. 

Somber days, leaves amber gold, 

crunch and crinkle, trees skeletons shone. 

The end of things desolate, I think, 

I contemplate life and lifes finale.  

Nothing is wrong, 

I melancholy sit, 

I wonder where the year has hid itself away to.  

Older but none wiser, 

Thanksgiving is almost here, 

soon Santa will say his ho ho ho's. 

Holidays will cease, winter settles in, 

mirth has come and gone, 

this year is over like a beautiful song, 

I hate good byes.  

End of the year always gets me, 

the holidays vanish in a wisp of vapor, 

the highs of festivities joy fleeting, 

the cycle continues, 

this will not be the last time I feel this. 

Author's Note

I get a sadness usually around this time, be not fooled though I do love the holidays....

Reviews

[Gee]

Aye, years roll by so quickly with winter getting us to thinking of all that has gone before and those that have passed. On the plus side the beautiful colours of dying trees is a sight to behold.
Nice poem Dave

[Dave W.]

Again Gee, thank you for the review and I guess there can beauty with change even things that die....

[Ellsworth]

This is lovely. I appreciate how you captured the feeling of change. While I read this: "Somber days, leaves amber gold, crunch and crinkle, trees skeletons shone." I could hear the leaves underfoot and see the barren trees swaying in the wind.

I relish the melancholy sometimes. I know that might sound weird, but slowness, calm, and pensiveness are how I reset and get ready for the next season of life.

[Dave W.]

Thank you for the kind review, I do like this time of year even though it is winding down, just sometimes i feel low, it's bittersweet

[jacob erin-cilberto]

It's a yearly thing...we think of endings....seasons, love, loss....it can be a hard season in autumn.
The trees look prettiest right before they die, just as we appreciate loved ones most when they are nearing their end.
j.

[Dave W.]

Isn't that the truth

[Soren]

Your poem speaks to the seasons of the year and of life itselt. It is no wonder there is melencholy but there is joy as well in the end for the end as you said is only a circle. A most lovely and meaningful write my friend.

[Dave W.]

Yeah there is joy I just hate when things wind down and holidays can be rough. Soren I hope you have a great day my dude

[Tumi]

very good, you just capture season, holidays, and the death of October while November creeps in
very good

[Dave W.]

November creeping like an assassin up on October. Tumi you are awesome

[Tumi]

:), No you are!

[Writergurl]

I get sad at holidays, I have no one anymore to celebrate the holidays with. My family is deceased.
It just brings back so many memories, it makes me sad. I know this feeling.

[Dave W.]

Yep, I try not to let it get to me, I hope this end of the year goes well for you

[Writergurl]

you too.....

[Milena Grubor]

I'm very sorry to hear that. But don't be sad. Use the holidays to celebrate their lives and the time you spent with them. Although the people we love die, memories remain, we keep them in our hearts forever.

[Dave W.]

There is a lot of truth here.