I want to let go
of these feelings
I have held onto for far too long.
I want to let go
of these memories
like a child lets go of a balloon.

I stopped my drive on the mountain side,
To enjoy the country scene below,
Mother Nature was changing its green,
To orange with a gentle golden glow.

The small village town seemed fast asleep,
Very few cars were moving around,
Silence reined in the afternoon's stage,
Except for a couple of birdie sound.

In the distance where the sky was blue,
The mountain tops were still capped in white,
Year-round snow was almost always there,
Unscathed in the gaze of the soft sunlight.

That peaceful, beauteous scene did declare,
Autumn magic was definitely there.

Her leaves were transformed, jade green to gold,
She proudly struck a picturesque pose,
In the cool autumn's October month,
Justly pretty as a flowered rose;

The morning sun a helping hand did lend,
To enhance her winsome worldly charms,
At times a brazen afternoon breeze,
Caressed her gently with loving arms;

Her golden colour a month did last,
Winter stripped her naked as can be,
Then in December the snow arrived,
And changed her into a frosted tree.

Taken by the reckless wind
Lost in distant clouds
         And here the fall of her hair
         Tethers my mind to the sky

I'm sipping wine
and memories it appears
with each administration
elicitations of other sips arise
and I am a ghost in a winery
with a girl I can't remember
it is the sip connecting time
this inclusion in me of red
and I really can remember