Autumn's Approach

You are here

Somewhere

Standing on a gate

Slowly closing…

There you wait

Beneath the silver sash

Of dewy lawn

Above the splash 

Of ocher dawn

Within the tawny burnished leaf

And summer's sighing, barren sheaf

You press against reality

In whispers spilling from the tree

And leaning, like a memory

Deep against the heart of me

In mornings I cannot reclaim

Like the echo of a name

Of someone that I used to know

In a summer long ago

I hear you tiptoe through the corn

You will be here

By the morrow's morn...

J~