You took sudden leave that autumn when the last notes of a September song died too. I'm still singing out your name Martin though quietly. No call back, just to roll my tongue round something so familiar, the way autumn reciprocates on cue. Cooler but still blue. Again there is leaf fall in the garden just hints. And tinted tips to acer trees Days of remembrance - have you forgotten our wedding, the crush of mulberries those latter years we hailed as autumn?
For her Poetics prompt “Folding into Autumn” Melissa has invited us to put some Fall season into our poems. As above, one option was to follow the rhyme style of a ‘Fold Poem’, invented by fellow poet, Gillena Cox.
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