The first leaves fall

Change color

Drift in warm breeze

The sun

It shifts in the sky

Taking a different view

Shadows grow longer

Nights earlier


But the days are warm

Your hand still lingers


As you loosen your grip

Slowly slipping away  

And your cousin, Autumn

Once a distant thought

Is now in full view

But it is now you


Who are retreating

And will soon be a memory

Like so many summers before you

A sweet warm memory

Au revoir mon ami