Love for the fallen

Somehow it’s fall again
and the leaves are just changing
with the array I like so much,
the rusts, the golds, the bloods, the deep
greens and browns of things just past
their prime. I don’t think I’ve had a prime
yet but if I did, it would feel the way
I feel with you every time I see you,
heart skipping like it’s the first time
(or maybe the last) but for sure something
special like the moon is special,
seen but not really noticed.
Sort of like a beautiful fall leaf
once it’s fallen, with all its colors
and a glorious backstory
that people will step over, but we know
that October brings new love
amid the harvest and the fallen.

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