Leaves

Poem: A line in the leaves

Here’s to the summer and to love

A line at least is here at last

Along it came to make sense of the summer I see

You’re not there again

That’s fine of course.

Because all the leaves are coming

Before they go away down

For now, the shade they make 

Is like love cooling 

Our skin, our kissing hands together 

That line at least

Has come across us

Across our summer

Before those leaves come down again

To cover us and quiet us forever