(For Suzette)
We have the gift
of one more autumn—
together.
One more time to hold
hands and make plans.
The September sky
is blue like
your eyes.
The leaves are
gold
like your hair.
Do I dare
to compare
you to an
autumn
day?
Alas,
autumn but
foreshadows
the coming of winter,
snow & ice
and silence.
