Autumn leaves 

“What do you long for?”, he asked.  So I told him of my dreams    

 of chilly mornings, chillier days,  gloomy nights in City streets,   

warm cups of coffee,                         and lullabies on window panes, 

lying bundled under blankets           to the gentle sound of rain. 

I long for books that wrap you up until your eyes are full of sleep, 

I long for all the golden hues        that rest upon October trees. 

He looked at me, then he replied so solemnly, 

“I hope someday you’ll look at me the way you gaze at autumn leaves.”


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