by Sheri Fresonke Harper

Created on: September 09, 2009

Autumn Leaves

The spaces where I wrote your name, wrote mine, wrote history.

The crinkle and crackle of pages, of footsteps, of stuffing into bags.

The corner of the yard, where hanging boughs droop toward earth,

where we picnicked for laughter and chopped out debris.

The glory of golden hued evenings settled to dusk.

The seedling scatter to the winds, whirling about sky and mind,

once a kiss, once a ruby flower, once a sipped upon space for tanagers,

all gone by leaving me the shivers, the bare bones of trunks.

The pile of memories of holding, loving and the sorrow of goodbye.

Autumn house leaves me in mind. Autumn leaves clutch at my heart.

Autumn dew seeps from my eyes and I am aging on toward winter.

Let me have an autumn leaf tree house, one more year, one more love.

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