autumn is flush
with mention of you
leaves to a crowded dance floor
symphonies raised
by fingers and string
remember me back
to another
one day
when your eyes
caught me falling the same
I could swear
poetry pooled
in the pause
between breaths
meter to counting
maple with ash
words spinning crimson
from pieces
of grey
kaleidoscope
witnesses
lifted to flight
as eternity come
in a moment
one day

. . .