When Autumn Was Young

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In the tree tops, wind moves through the remaining leaves

and I remember September

when autumn was young

and winter

was only a distant memory.

     

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Autumn’s Surrender

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In the sacred song of autumn’s surrender

in the gentleness of leaves floating

drifting in the wind,

our poems turn upward

into the blue light

and the fury of snow.

        

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The Softness of the Golden Sun

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In the softness of the golden sun memories sway, flickering

through our hearts,

thoughts of younger love,

of you and I

our boots swishing through the leaves,

holding hands

with gloves on,

and drawing you close,

smiling

in our autumn jackets.

My Love, do you remember

that day in the park?

      

Note: The park is where I asked her to marry me. We’ve always spent alot of time in parks.

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