Golden Leaves

Golden Fall leaves at Galena Creek Park in Reno, Nevada/ Photo by the author

Yellow leaves
Hold transformation captive,
A moment lost, turning away

I came down to the river's edge
To find you
Dappled by the sun,
Your face the envy of even
Apollo's fairest countenance

How do I become the object
Of your desires?
I watch the waters
Shatter over moss-enveloped
Stones,
Slick and wet like your skin...
A Summer past when we
First met

Yellow leaves
Turning, turning, turning
I hold your face in the
Eyes of my heart,
Knowing that soon enough
The Winter will chase my
Memory away.