12-01-2021, 04:57 AM
At the End of Fall
In the too early darkness I failed
to notice the rain slicked leaves
covering the trail.
I laid on my back
while an orange leaf floated
onto my reddened face.
My dog Jack crashed through
yellow leaves, rustling squirrels
that just scurry away.
Now I hardly walk
the trail, leaning on my stick-
in no hurry anymore
and you're an apparition
running through the woods-
still running, like before...
In the too early darkness I failed
to notice the rain slicked leaves
covering the trail.
I laid on my back
while an orange leaf floated
onto my reddened face.
My dog Jack crashed through
yellow leaves, rustling squirrels
that just scurry away.
Now I hardly walk
the trail, leaning on my stick-
in no hurry anymore
and you're an apparition
running through the woods-
still running, like before...