Analysis of A Sudden Morning

I woke up crying today
and I'm not sure why.
Maybe it's the turning
of the seasons,
or the condensation of a year.
Or perhaps, there's just no reason
I think maybe
that's my greatest fear.

I feel not unlike
the waning autumn leaves
Who
, in falling to the ground,
are victimed
by the changing of the world around.

And I imagine
that they too
are crying,
In their own
imperceivable
ways of existing