It is showering outside, the air, now colder,
for the first time, i see a tree quiver,
leaves are falling, and blown towards the gutter,
amazing! to have witnessed our own version of fall,
a strong wind blows, shaking off leaves from a tree so tall...
no orange leaves, no fuschia or purple, not even yellow ochre...
this time of the year, they are verdant still, so alive are their colors
mostly yellow-green, some, brown, red, others are like feathers,
falling lightly on the ground, where grass...is always greener.

We are in the last quarter of the year,
soon October ends, comes November...
i am reminded of those cold, cold nights
i had painstakingly survived,
exactly the time i came down with the flu
after roaming a backyard so wet with icy dew...
But this is one season i want to experience anew,
the freezing mornings i always woke up to,
looking forward to oven-toasted corn bagels
and steaming coffee on the table...

I recall that walk through the rumble...
when it rained, i ran and almost stumbled
while searching, imagining a place
where i could chance upon a face...

It mattered not, the anxiety and fear
i felt the longing to be near...
there were only strangers in the view
no hope, not even a trace of a clue...

It was enough to be standing there
in that immeasurable open air,
looking down to the theatre...
i couldn't breathe, the truth was so stark
it choked me...i left before dark...
my enthusiasm was in vain,
like the falling rain...
it flowed, deep...down the drain...

Dream had finally ended...done...and gone...
the day, saved by memories of the late John Lennon..

Before silent nights and silver bells become dominant tunes,
i would like to rise to a similar morning...feel that cold day anew
hear the whispers of the wind, of an Autumn i once knew,
an Autumn past that echoes to this day...haunts me in my solitude...

Sally
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Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan