05-01-2015, 10:06 AM
< like leaves >
for Pat
a picnic blanket
in the park
the leaves
the sun glows through them
as we're lying here
i listen to you
read the poems you love
you tell me of your day
your breath
the casual warmth
of your light touch
these simple things
so quickly gone
and here we are
the chill of fall
where all is quiet except our hearts
we watch the leaves content fall
through shadows of late afternoon
and we pretend they are not us
but on this blanket
in this park
our love
it draws us up
it weaves us tight
and we forget the time
we'll have no summers left
no winters waiting for us
when our wishes, promises
will lie like leaves
turned lazily from breeze to breeze
our life
our love
how quickly gone
how slight our light breath moves
across these leaves
- - -
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions