Love will not last out

Love will not last out autumn, it is leaving 
Surely as the swallows, never to 
Return. Drawn on by winter's cawing clocks, 
We are disciplined and our beauty is 
Scored out, a quiet disintegration 
Near complete. Across the fields, old shames, 
The travestied harvests of our lusts, 
Burn softly out. Memory will return 
Alone as a swallow to the burned ground 
And ghosting blossoms rise to fill fresh buds, 
Mortality fades as love fades, every heart 
Leads winter in to each remaining part.