Mar 4, 2012

One Autumn

I breathe in these last gifts of Fall.
The way the sun caresses the golden tops of trees so warm
That it reminds you of things you meant to say
Last year
Or the year before
When you passed crimson trees so perfect
You stood and longed to tell the person you loved most about it
Even the dog stops for a moment with you - in awe

And now so much gold and amber flutters before you
In patterns you know so well
That you can only be close to - and never close enough

Do you have fewer Autumns ahead than behind - you wonder
And what of the end of this dance of light and heat
The struggle of this living world to stay with us
Or die out - in flights of color and fancy
After its glory

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