The Hue of Blue

The wind rushes through the valley whispering your name. Autumn trees begin to release their leaves reluctantly, trying to hold on to summer. I see your reflection in droplets of rain, I share your joys, and feel your pain, yet you have moved on without a thought of what we once shared that summer so long ago. As the crisp air and rain touches my face all those memories tend to cascade. . . flooding my mind and nearly drowning me. Blue is my mood and my chosen hue that lays to rest happier times in the summer sun, in the clear cool lake, under the trees in your arms. I, now in my autumn years, and feeling so much like those lovely trees, reluctantly let go. © August 24, 2013