Must We Always Part In Autumn

Just as the myriad of colors begin to tumble Just as the sweating summer waves her final farewell Just as the winds change from gentle breezes, To the threat of gales... I hide my heart in my hip pocket, Pretend that I can rake up all my sorrow seeing you leave... Only to watch the temperature dropping Like my tears... Must We always part in Autumn As ripened pumpkins are pulled from the vine Now you too, are harvested from me... And sent to a Farmer's Market, southward bound.... Amid the crimson, golden yellows, amber shades of burnt sienna Crisp and crackling under my footfall Aware I'll soon take to my solitary strolls...alone All the while singing songs I hope will carry on the breeze to you. Time now, the sun dips quicker in the afternoon sky... Time soon, we'll say goodbye... Must we always part in Autumn As if the seasons do not know how much I love you.