Passage

by John S

October leaves me in thatches,
between the warm beaches
and pale wintered branches.

I remember the autumn,
the slow scale of mornings-
the decorative fallen.

I see her in color,
the amber-crisp sunlight
that touches to cover.

For moments, I tarry-
enveloped and yielding
to her fay and fairy.

I reach for her hand
and she vanishes,
my visions are damned

in the moment between
burgeoning summer
and winter’s pale serene.

3 Comments to “Passage”

  1. You have made autumn rich in meaning. A good capture of this “passage”. Wonderful.

  2. Ah, such rich and vibrant energy and imagery.

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