Next Fall

Changing seasons
Again,  it beckons
A coming winter...
But we're not yet
Together.

Changing colors
From red to amber,
Colder winds blow
And I wish I could go
Where you are
All that I know.

Unchanging love
A permanence here
Remains to prove
I will be there
To see the next
Falling of leaves
With you.

Reviews

[Marie]

I find as much hopefulness in this poem as I do sadness. There will always be a next year.

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Thanks Marie - you got it perfectly.

[Baby Ricochet]

Great mellancholy poem. Great job.

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Thank you Baby Ricochet, I appreciate the review.