Late October Rain
a silent calling
scattered colored leaves
a maple bleeds
rain falls
from holes in the clouds
a passage
thunder rolls across the sky
and fades
to the patter of rainfall
I run from my car
and call my gods
whispers of nothingness
as summer fades
I see my friend at a restaurant
as she clears tables
she smiles as she walks
by my table
hands full of dishes
snippets of conversations
affections shown in small ways
she pays for my drink
and together we linger
neon lights reflections in window
reflections of passages
and promises for more
silence speaks of seasons shared
in a most tender moment
Copyright © Mike Bayles | Year Posted 2020
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