by Brendan Strong
You say you love this time of year
“It’s just the colours –
The beautiful colours”
(I think that’s verbatim)
You cast your hand across the landscape
Yellows and oranges and reds
The leaves that land and stay.
Every year, the same, with
The same sense of wonder
– Perhaps we’re lucky to have one more? –
And it makes me love you all the more.