AUTUMN

Autumn
Was her favorite time,
Time of year.
Colors―
Ambers,
Burnt oranges,
Deep reds―
Warmed our home
Which she adorned with leaves,
Leaves preserved to remind us
Of Autumns past and present.

Now,
She has passed far beyond
Even the Autumn of her own
Earthly life
To a place not a soul here
Knows about.

And yes,
It’s October again.
And yes,
I miss her so.


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