Autumn’s creeping in
chill of wending breeze
the drop of leaves
flung across the tarmac
like old skin.
Last year next year never
become a simple blur of
faces passed & kisses shared
so many words that linger
for strangers to mull over.
Autumn’s bringing rest
the promise of a winter fire
an old friend’s hug
simplicity is dropping from the sky
a sigh
to soothe the burn
of too much sun &
you & I go walking
in the park just like we did
last Autumn.