That time of year

High skies
swallow flies
field stripped bare
summer faltered at the gate
when my lover left.

We came with spring’s
ephemeral leap
we rolled in July’s sweat
as leaves fall crisp in crumpled heap
you’re floating free of me.

I can’t remember how you felt
the way you held me to your heart
it wasn’t that we ever split
but as the light began to fade
you simply disappeared.

Sky is high
swallow’s fled
fields are sad with age
all creatures turn to winter sleep
and you are lost to me.

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