i sit on the backyard patio
and i feel the breeze -- a chill breeze
the rushing colors of the wind and leaves
they change their colors too
when i think or rather i adore you
the green to brown to gold
the time of which we grow old
they remind me of winter's fast approach,
of the gap of our ages finally encroach
paling skin on wrinkled hands
if you or i move to better lands
i will promise to plant you a garden
as i wait for you, or plant me one
as you wait for me to go
YOU ARE READING
homeward bound
Poetryonly here because sarah thinks its cute. 100 days of happiness and love poems edit: i didn't make it lol
