The Last Leave of Fall

Image by Stephen Craig Rowe

I was there

with the sun upon my face

and the cold winds.

Hugging trees,

rustling brush

as my boots lace laughter

in personal poetry

for those who care and are.

Of a love,

of a feeling,

a knowing and a being

so close and so far away

that my arms cry to touch you

and to be held in clean sheets,

quiet streets and an empty sink.

The last leaf fell

as I drew upon time,

and there

I did not Fall

For you.

For you

are forever.

Stephen Craig Rowe