Autumn's Gait

Wound in blueberry strands in beads and beads with silver wire 'round my wrist against the coral cold of autumn we talk We talk of loves and pale Septembers long before we ever were Broken in old coke bottles green in crunching glass we silver step while the clouds come a little closer to whisper Whisper gently in our ears they still knew us way back when and suddenly I'm whole my friend and you And you become the part of me which longs for the sun to never set In my lungs expanded thus we walk