a tap on the shoulder

i turn to meet your gaze

a smile

a gasp for air

a breath taken away

if i could live in this moment forever...

what's a lifetime? 

a sum of years

a number of months

a total of days

a count of hours

a careless minute hand

and a rhythm of seconds

tick-tock

always moving forward

never looking back

a light pitter patter on the thatched roof of our pergola 

warm cups of green matcha tea

a constant breeze carrying the autumn cool

friends exchanging stories

warmth in our hearts

A path

Covered with gold, orange, red, brown

And an arch made of trees

Glowing with yellow leaves like a midsummer's sun

Beyond which my soul reflects

On the mirror surface

Of a tranquil lake

In late autum

Storm clouds gather beyond the ridge

Creeping slowly on the lowlands below

Blanketing the blue sky

Until a single ray of sunshine breathed its last breath

Bring on the downpour 

With each step toward the receding sun

My mind becomes a blank canvas

As fiery hues splash across the sky

And unto my mind

Filled

the soft rain pitter-pattered 

on my outstretched hands

reminding me of summer rays

dancing with the waves' peaks and valleys

now long gone

reserved to hide behind clouds

only to peek through the veil

once upon a time

yellow, orange, reddish hues

rustling with the wind

now and then a gust comes by

and autumn colors drift slowly 

down to earth