Father Once Told Me
Father once told me
darkness is absence of light;
spaces void of sight.
Fall is marching near,
stealing the identity
of the oak and pine.
The leaves surrender,
responding to gravity;
strewn like scattered chords -
Individually,
specks of changing emotion
watching from below.
The tremulous night,
suspended in a moon beam;
unshielded, alone.
Hues of green dispel,
replaced with burning orange
and delicate brown.
Aromatically,
summer invokes departure,
fixed in memory.
Copyright © Kyle Costa | Year Posted 2014
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