98. Falling Leaves

The first leaves began to fall
     today.
Remembering autumn’s past;
     heartache
          pain
               rejection,
          snow covering a desert plain
                              hot; cold
                              dry; wet
          seasons passing.
Autumn last, I recall a child - a girl - and immaturity.
Autumn present, I see a woman.
                         I love you.
So that our passion,
     love,
          and sharing
                    may continue
     through the long winter
                         ahead.