Author’s Note
Some love poems are about falling in love.
This one is about refusing to let it fall.
There’s No Autumn for These Trees is a small poem built around a simple metaphor: if the heart is a tree, what happens when you decide there will be no season of letting go?
Autumn is beautiful, but it is also the season of surrender—the leaves change, things become bare, and nature prepares for winter. In this poem, I’m imagining the opposite. I’m promising warmth. I’m promising renewal. I’m promising to keep choosing the fire instead of allowing the relationship to become cold simply because time has passed.
The goal isn’t to pretend that love never changes. It does.
It’s to say that change doesn’t have to mean disappearance.
Sometimes loving someone means deciding that every morning is another opportunity to begin again—to keep the passion alive, to keep showing up, and to keep tending the fire.
No autumn.
No winter.
Just another spring waiting to begin.
— Rowan Evans
There’s No Autumn for These Trees
Poetry by Rowan Evans
I wear my heart exposed,
hole in my chest—
my emotions run deep,
as the Mariana Trench—
I play love for keeps,
so I don’t plan to leave—
there’s no autumn for these trees.
This is what I’m promising—
I will do my best to make
every day feel like spring,
so every day is a new beginning—
passion will never give way to winter’s chill,
it’s more like a fire burning—
a heatwave, middle of the summer still.
Journey into the Hexverse
If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]
