Thursday, June 4, 2009

Autumn Rush

Autumn Rush

Leaves begin to turn and fall

And pile against the fence and

Scatter against the wall.

I think of you this time of year..

August in my heart,

September in my ear.

This winter will be cold--

Trees stripped, without cheer,

And I am growing old

Without you here.

© Anne 2008

Absence is to love as wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small and kindles the great."

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