tell me i can stay

tell me I cannot drink the air;

yet the smoke on the horizon curls like a finger,

inviting me to taste February in the wind

and know time is running out

for the asters         but the pumpkins swell like the sun.

tell me I cannot smell the trees;

yet the edges of the sepia photo of the world

blur as the apple pies crisp in the ovens

and the trees beckon, painted yellow with your childhood pastels

perfumed with death and autumnal longing.

tell me I cannot touch the colors;

yet my finger is trailing along the tiny sky in the sidewalk,

making the lavender breeze rustle the branches

where the acorns drop and release the stale peppermint breath

you've been holding since January, since we knew that

this was coming.

tell me I cannot stay here forever;

yet the answers are clearer than ever before

and the lake is brushed with watercolors with the dawning sun

and the realization that                                yes

yes I can stay here forever

stay in the autumn sun forever

with me.