Autumn Is Here
Never mine
to hold,
it soon
ran its course,
faded, then
disappeared
exactly as feared,
without
so much
as a word.
youth,
like jet stream,
made passage
with little ceremony.
I was caught
unaware,
how hard
it would be
to let go
of that identity.
Memories
of spring,
and warm,
summer days,
still have a life
of their own
but the young girl is gone.
Autumn
is now here
in my eyes,
and winter waits
behind them.
2007-11-11
16:23:42
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