Jerry E. Smith
AUTUMN AIR
A flight of geese
on an autumn day
Black berries droop the vine
we laughed along the
riverbank
And on a gingham spread
I sipped her wine.
Color-turning leaves
fill the air
Shimmering water curtain
of a fern-framed waterfall
An iciness touched the breeze
The clouds few low.
But still we sipped
and sang
And spoke of love and
spring's new beginning
of babes and strong
houses to build
sunlight on our faces.
Shadows grew long
in the river canyon
The last of the wine was gone
She picked up the spread
breathing mist on the
autumn air
A golden leaf tangled
in her hair.
A stony ford, a windy road
to home
before a fire.
I love you.
15 Nov 76
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