Autumn skin

Autumn’s creeping inchill of wending breezethe drop of leavesflung across the tarmaclike old skin. Last year next year neverbecome a simple blur offaces passed & kisses sharedso many words that lingerfor strangers to mull over. Autumn’s bringing restthe promise of a winter firean old friend’s hugsimplicity is dropping from the skya sigh to soothe the burnof too much sun &you & I  go walkingin the park just like we didlast Autumn.