Frost Beckons

My tears fall 
like leaves
scattered across
a million places. 

Without you, 
I have no rake 
to gather up 
my pieces. 

I'm wistfully waiting 
for the inevitable 
cold shoulder. 

When will the frost 
create that 
delicious layer 
protecting 
my core?

{Prompt: Pick a season- Autumn; 40 words exactly} 
Copyright: October 26, 2013