october

you're different every year, aren't you.

built of change - it's the way you are.

a bit of me is in love with you;

the slow fall of the trees and

the frostbitten grass scattered

with golden and cherry leaves.

it's beautiful and impermanent.

ghastly and ghostly and everything in between.

and memories -

quilted together with carefully stitched seams.

brush a hand over the panels and remember

all the cold mornings, evening sunshines,

warm afternoons that sparkled like magic.

the soothsayer knows not the day.

only the crinkle of dried leaves,

the soft gasp of rain on pavement,

curling fingers of wind on your cheeks.

fall.

a bit of me is in love with you,

everchanging as you are.