That time of year

High skiesswallow fliesfield stripped baresummer faltered at the gatewhen my lover left.We came with spring’sephemeral leapwe rolled in July’s sweatas leaves fall crisp in crumpled heapyou’re floating free of me.I can’t remember how you feltthe way you held me to your heartit wasn’t that we ever splitbut as the light began to fadeyou simply disappeared.Sky is highswallow’s fledfields are sad with ageall creatures turn to winter sleepand you are lost to me.