Glory October days in yellow and bronze
float through the sun’s low slanting lights.
Spring flowers and green summer leaves
melt into twilight, dinnertime, and a glass of wine.
A spare and bare ground is lost in sounds
of geese crying overhead – going, going, gone.
The forecast is rain as autumn leaves again
with the geese on the wing, in the wind
blowing fast towards our unknown
days and nights of wonder and fear.
Let us drink the season full
feel the passage of time as a lost love
come again to guide our way.

Portland, Oregon – October 22, 2018