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Before I Knew Your Name

Before I knew your name, I loved the fall. I loved to see the leaves change, from green (my favourite colour) To yellow, orange, red and brown Before falling from their branches to the earth below Their scent sweet and wild And I loved it. I loved the fall because when I was young My father would rake the leaves into piles For myself and my siblings to play in I loved the chill of the season Seeing my breath in the crisp air A tangible and ethereal sign that I was alive I would play-pretend that I was a dragon A dragon bundled in jacket, scarf and cap Knocking over the flimsy, leaf-made castles Built by my brothers and sister My father would fuss once the playing was done At how we had made such a mess of his work And then rake them into piles again While I would peer under stones in the garden To find snails just to see them And I loved it. Before I knew your name, I loved the fall. I would wander the woods and sit by the streams Watching turtles dig into the soft banks Peering at the sharp, clear blue sky Between the waving, windblown branches. I would climb trees Scrape knuckle and knee on the bark Home in time for supper Or at least bed And I loved it. But now that I know your name, I love the fall. I love to see the leaves change from green To the colour of your hair (My favourite colour) I love to watch them fall to the earth In a windblown dance that dazzles and delights And I am reminded of your smile And I love it I love the fall because since now I know your name There is not one thing that I cannot find it in Not a sound in nature that I do not hear it in From the whistling wind between bare branches To the murmur of the stream To the exclamation points of footsteps on leaves In the heady scent of the autumn forest I find you In the cold on my ears and the backs of my hands In the last bloom in the garden before winter Which, when it comes, I will love Because I know your name And after that, each day, each season, until, in the end, they run out I will love, because I know your name Because I love your name Because I love you.
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Written by
dane-ficklin
American
Published
Dec 8, 2014
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#love#fall#autumn
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