Leaves paper thin:
envelope of last year’s love
daguerreotype of ‘’might have been’’.
A ball gown in translucent green
silk so sheer it cleaves to skin
that ring of gold on wedding day
lost summer sunlight in your hair;
now autumn wind brings memories
forgotten things you promised me.

Leaves paper thin:
my make believe.
Reread the lines you wrote for me
and down through all these changing years
I kept a glimpse of what we’d been
like sun pressed flower our kisses skim
between these flakes of autumn leaves
regret that we will never be
quintessential poetry.