The leaves are all changing this time of year.
A steady walk
In thought we talked
About our pleasures, pains and fears.
The unspoken words hung in the autumn air.
We plucked them out
To arrange them there
But like the changing leaves they blew away.
You don’t care for what I say,
For the excuse or reason
Of that suddenly different season,
Or for the brisk pleasure
Or brief leisure
Or the change in the weather
That came with knowing better.
These leaves remind me every year now
Until they too get blown away.