Rigney Deliso

I wish the sun always shone

But never burned your skin

And that when it is snowing

The cold never nips

I wish all your tears were happy 

And you never knew grief

But I know none of this is true

The first leaf

is let away

from the motherly grasp

of its tree's branches.

It twirls down

the veins and the webbed leaf between them

fighting

gravity

making it spin

dip

The stars begin to realign,

Opening new doors,

As summer starts to resign.

With whispers of love anew,

Fall changes what we once knew.

Bringing us a new gentleness.

One made out of love,

It’s here-

Prepared or not, the time has come.

The apples tumble from trees

And land in the grass

That’s wet from fall rain.

The leaves float through the breeze,

We watch through the glass.