this october morning

this october morning


this october morning
is as tender
as a lover’s face;
as gentle
as a baby’s hand;
as lovely
as a mother’s kiss

this october morning
softens me into a child
dashing after a falling leaf
grasping it with glee

thinking myself an angel
breaking its fall

but i had cut short
its graceful decent,

its last dance,
its farewell song

i climb to the top of the stairs
in penance

  and release my capture
to the air…

in silent




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