You ask me of autumn?
It is a loveletter,
unfolding.
Like a cupful
of emotions
all stirred
and drank
such that each bitter
and sweet
wraps each tastebud.
It is stretching
your hands to rain
pouring
but only within.
It is closing your eyes
So that the wind
can touch
every patch of skin.
It is opening your eyes
So that your soul
can embrace
colors
swirling.
It is a loveletter
read and folded
and kept
Where treasures hide.
You ask me of autumn?
Beautiful.....
Autumn is.
26 October 2002