Autumn Reverie

As autumn begins her slow journey leaving brilliant colors in her wake, I think of you. It was a crisp day in autumn that I was first drawn to your smile, do you remember? Your long dark lashes lowered in a shy tender way. My gaze was fixed on you as I breathed in your sweet scent. A wisp of your raven hair fell across your brow. I wanted to reach out and brush it back for you. Suddenly I felt a rush, a blush bloomed on my face, and just that fast, I fell in love. A week went by until I saw you again. I could barely contain my excitement. We made plans to have coffee. After our rendezvous we walked in the park with autumn displaying her brightest hues, our enjoyment of the colors only surpassed by our first kiss. It wasn’t meant to be that we would stay together. And now, looking back at all those years ago, I remember and *everything carries me to you. © Connie Marcum Wong Note* The last line of my poem is borrowed from Pablo Neruda’s Poem “If You Forget Me”