I’m told that
I write often
About love for
Me love is
Like the wind
Invisible and moving
It makes leaves
Fall in fall
Snow blow to
Drifts in winter
Cools in summer
And brings rain
In spring and
Like wind if
We had not
Love we all
Would be simply
A desolate shriveled
Dry place lacking
Beauty and life
Even inside I
Can tell fall
Is coming not
By color but
By wind licking
Trees and grass
Soon leaves will
Leap like tiny
Spinning parachutes landing
And carpeting everything
Under foot calico
Fleeing from chills
To warming fires
We will huddle
And remember summer
I will miss
You the minute
No wait the
Second you’re gone
Is that what
The tree feels
At the end
Of fall or
The dog feels
As the school
Bus pulls away
How dark is
Dark when all
That remains is
But your memory
What do I
Do now with
Moonless nights absent
Of your glow
Close my eyes
I must and
Simply remember you
