What did Autumn ask of you?


What did Autumn ask of you

On trails of fallen leaves

Where children stomp

Adults stroll and winds scatter?

What did your eyes seek

Among the rust, the gold?


You were the rod, the arm, the voice

You were honey withdrawn

From my soul


A foggy, misty morn

Is what I remember

Walking along the lane

The trees barely able to contain themselves,

Laughing and dropping leaves


You were the mirage in the distance

You were the note written on the leaf

That said “i love you”

Which a stranger placed in my hand


When I find the stranger, I’ll ask –

Was it you?

In the meantime, I cannot speak.


What did Autumn ask of you

Or what did I, for that matter?

You barely knew me

Lonely shadows in the day

Shimmering stars at night

Searching for ourselves

Searching for those words.