A thousand eyes,
Looking into ?
As I look out my window, there,
thousands of Autumn Green Eyes, stare.
They dance on the breath of cold, cruel winds,
blowing beneath the caresses of rain drops,
- there, hanging in the grips of cold air –
in the hands of these Autumn days.
They are reaching out, touching the hands
of the Grim Reaper, as he stands.
There, upon the threshold of Winter’s dream,
a new tomorrow, that will Spring
to life in another season.
I am reminded of you my Dear.
You, whom I will never forget, I fear.
October 17th 2009