Tulsa, OK, USA
The velvet touch of the Autumn wind,
Pulls my memory from me again.
A sharp reminder of death and loss,
Makes bitter tally of love's harsh cost.
The colored hues which cling to life,
Remind us of our lonely strife.
Our temperate days we pass with care
As seasons' change fills the air.
Without the death of warmth and heat,
Would we even know it's bittersweet
Caress when once again we touch
The Springtime's air we missed so much.
So perhaps we should live in this death
And pay to nature all our debts
And free ourselves from it's painful hold
Even as we're growing old.
Perhaps no season knows the way.
Perhaps it's not for them to say.
Perhaps its just the way of things
To wait for what the future brings.
And once again I watch the passing
Of another season of mirth and laughing
Of another year of twice-lived days
Of yet another Summer's haze...
On the wings of day-bright dreams...