An Autumn Rush
In an autumn rain, dripping trees
Shake off summer leaves to cushion my path.
Some circle and drift, falling softly in my hair.
They, accompanying their colors,
Bright orange, reds, and yellow-green,
Crown me with a passing season’s wreath.
A northern New Hampshire wind sifts through the pines
Steadily. I continue to exhale gray smoke from my cigarette
With Your memory.
I slide through the Notch, soaking wet, cigarette still lit,
Chasing a summer’s Love
Before my path begins to freeze.