Tulsa, OK, USA
Delicate leaves, now brown with age
Fall silently from their lofty height,
And Fall turns like a books' page
As Summer fades from our sight.
I look for your smile in Autumn's leaves
Falling, turning in the wind,
And pause a while to feel the breeze
As they drift off round the bend.
The leaves find the river in its slowing flow
And float upon the water, drifting
Round and round and to and fro
Dancing gracefully before sinking.
I watch their dance and there it is
The smile I've been searching for
Even in death they dance like this
Swirling with passion at death's door.
It is as though you've returned this year
To grace me with your smile,
And even though I know your gone
I can pretend for a while...
I can pretend and watch the dancing leaves.
Once I was brilliant, now I no longer shine, but the twinkle in my eye speaks of another time.