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.