wind chapped face…
cheeks red on gossamer…
watery blue eyes laughing in rain…
laughed at me…the fool…
October’s bluster was felt…
dead leaves crunched under feet…
water fountains turned off…
green was gone…
lovers held mitted hands…
another season…
and I held your hand once…
under aqua skies…
kisses were given…sometimes stolen…
walked through Bryant Park…
old men played bacci…
whisky and water…whisky and water…
a sax blew Naima…
Fall did not last long…
snow came too soon…
leaving me behind…
and you…you weren’t mine but for a season…
dmseay 