that under the gray veil
pressing down the corners
of the sky and my lips,
dying leaves hold
sunshine on their backs
They might be soggy
from a long rain,
nostalgic for the crisp
crunch of before
or for days when
a golden orb warmed
their tender leaflets,
newborn fresh
Green was coursing
through their veins
as they fluttered carefree
in the balmy breezes,
unaware the arc of their
existence was bending
downward
But now the bite of
autumn stopped it fast,
emerald giving way to gold
as they felt their fragility -
theirs calling out to mine
amidst raindrops streaking
the windowpanes
She carried three of them
in her outstretched hand,
fingers exploring textures
as heartstrings were gently
tuned toward light -
hers and mine
Yes, a yellow day -
when tender hearts
join leaves aflame
to play a symphony of hope
October 13, 2020
photos by Oskars Sylwan, Rodion Kutsaev, Max Böhme & Roman Kraft on Unsplash
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