Thursday, November 29, 2007

FROM AUTUMN TO WINTER

Together we have walked along the dry gutters

Where small children once floated paper boats

After the spring rain showers

Together we have crunched the leaves of the naked trees collecting there

Waiting for the kiss of the November breeze

We talked of the price of gas, the coolness of the day, and everything

Except us and the fact that we were as dry and lifeless as the curling foliage

We tromped through by the side of the road

Sometimes we walk in silence for days

A narrow wooden beam we quietly balance on

Nodding slightly as we pass one another for weeks

Then suddenly we realize that time has been vacuumed away

And the gutters are brimming with winters snow

Not the dry crispness of autumns falling leaves

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