Turning Leaves

A Poem or Four

Photo by insung yoon on Unsplash

The leaves are turning yellow
From green to golden hue
And as always, at this time of year,
My thoughts turn to you.
I wonder where you are
And how you have been
While I dream that our paths might’ve crossed
And hope that they will again.
To walk under falling leaves
A carpet gathered at our feet.

Home is a strange place
When you’ve come back
From being far away.
The positioning of items
Seems at odds
With the memory.
As if a tiny whirlwind
Had swept through
Moving everything around
Just enough to seem out of place.
I forgot to throw the milk out
So now the carton waits
By the sink
Until I’m ready
To finally return home.

A solitary branch,
Outside my window,
Has taken the plunge
And embraced the autumnal turn.
A squirrel performs acrobatic leaps,
Bushy tail…