i watched the leaves fall gently from the trees
and for just a single moment, i thought the trees were crying
it was the season of soft sienna
and stewing oatmeal,
of cool nights and mist filled mornings
with crows calling for the day to open once again
the rich, bursting, ripe colors of late summer flood the senses and gladden the heart
Lanterns rested alongside potted plants, sleeping pups
and the cherry soda that we shared at lunch on that
afternoon in October.
A road taken on a cloudy day with changing leaves,
Sister Golden Hair playing loudly and my pup at my side.
will you ride me past the midnight moon?