The Yellow Leaf

 
Do you remember the yellow leaves?
the shelter of summer’s
rooftop falling to our feet.
 
We went to the playground walking,
talking of normal things and then
we played on the swing set like children,
Geronimo!  We landed on our feet.

And in the company so charming
at the restaurant ordering margaritas
you reached and pulled it from my hair,  
I remained blinded as you brushed it
against my lips tenderly, and delightedly
tomorrow I’ll take a walk in Autumn
through a million yellow leaves at my feet,
and out of comfort and remembering
Shangri-La, I’ll take one home with me.