Eternal Serenity - Sijo Poetry

I remember only its ghostly aftermath; 

my parents' divorce.

My dad was cast without anything,

we lived in a rented renovated barn.

To L.M.

Fall had come, and close to its end, it approached. The air became brisk, with winter awaiting in the future, and as a girl wandered down the sidewalk, autumn's old skin shifted through the air above her maple hair.