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Poetry from The Edge by Bill Kirkland

The falling leaves drift by my window, the autumn leaves of red and gold, I feel your lips our summer kisses, the sun browned hands I used to hold.

Since you went away, the days grow long, one day I’ll hear our summer song, but I miss you now my darling, as autumn leaves start to fall.

There will be a day in deep December when you’ll have left for many weeks, when I will pine for summer kisses the glowing youth in blushing cheeks.

Till we meet again, I’ll watch leaves fall, one by one, I’ll watch them all.

I miss you so my darling, as autumn leaves start to fall. The wind is blowing leaves of gold painting the downtown square. I smell them as they ferment and die in the clear and crispy air children wearing sweaters, cheeks of  crimson and white, sliding along on an ocean of leaves it looks like cider tonight.

Whatever the weather we can safely say the Christmas season is here, turkey and presents, and pumpkin pie, an American season unique.

A time to remember season’s past with a smile and with a tear, but it’s a celebration of the now, the Christmas season is here.



2 responses

  1. jacqueline

    There is a wonderful Jazz song called Autumn Leaves that has some of the same lyrics in it. When played on a Sax it is really quite beautiful.

    July 26, 2011 at 12:48 am

    • Just listened to it Jacqueline, and I agree, it is a beautiful song. Thanks for the recommendation!

      July 27, 2011 at 7:42 pm

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