The night is so cold
Stars so bright
Can almost reach out and touch them

Moon magnificently round
Seems to touch the trees
Want to climb them and dance on the moon

The leaves have fallen
Yard full of glorious golds, reds and burnished brown
Watching the children jump into freshly raked piles

Smoke escapes from the chimneys
The smell of burning wood almost delicious
Imagining the heat

A walk down the street
Wind blows caressing your cheeks
The chill at the end brings on the goosebumps

Hearing people say this is the best time of year
I nod thinking to myself
Just being here with you is the best time for me

Standing on the porch
Watching the moon as it sinks lower
Hearing the children screaming
As they play hiding go seek

Thoughts wander back to the day
Holding hands when our lips touched
A day similar to this one

Then finally spring came
You watched me walk down the aisle
There before God we made our vows

I stand here on the porch watching the moon and stars
Remembering the times not so far back
Wondering if you will ever think of them again

I watch your back
As you pick up your bags
Out the door and down the steps

The moon almost touching the trees
The stars so close
The breeze lifts my hair sending that old chill across my body

Like watching everything in reverse