Sunday, 29 August 2010


I see us sat
Upon a porch,
A cool breeze sliding by,
I watch the seeds
Of autumn spread
Themselves across the sky.

I notice how
Your features suit
This season’s new veneer,
Observing that
Your skin restores
Itself this time of year.

You estimate
The hour’s name,
And offer it a cause,
And I agree
Your venture’s case
Is worthy of applause.

You lift a hand
And place its palm
Upon my own upraised;
Together set
Into themselves,
In prayer and in play.

And in the fall
Of ev’ning light
We set our wishes free
To mingle with
The world’s campaign
And its crisp scenery.

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