hadn’t seen her in years…
long time…
some days…
back in November…
rusted leaves fell from oaks and ash…
beauty in death…

thought he saw her in the Spring…
shadows cast on schoolyard walls…
amidst honeysuckle…
as May came calling…
and him with that silly bouquet…
pitching woo…

life is rushed…
a watch has stopped…
time waits at the door…
September’s days are near…
one day tis Summer…
she sat upon sand…

hadn’t seen her in years…
long time…