Untitled (Nov. 2019)

Pushup pastel orange leaves

Overlap the rust-rimmed ochre greens

Of others not yet fully turned, like unto

Unthumbed pages over which I and you

Have yet to pore, lover, because it’s

Less sun every day for this tree

And it’s just begun for you and me,

This fall, this just-past-harvest

Time of our lives, as we do our best

Not to freak out, not to lose our cools

While nature reminds us she can be cruel

But we’ve got deep roots, rings within rings;

We’ll weather whatever this season brings

In style, we’ll pass with flying colors

All the little tests we can’t help but put each other

Through, until our doubts come tumbling down

Like this autumn foliage we’re kicking around.




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