Seasonal Musings: Another Fall by Ann Cragg

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Another Fall
by Ann Cragg

It's fall again and as her golden days of beauty
Shorten and grow cooler, bringing silver frost,
They take me back in time to that fall when we first met --
As they've done each autumn day since you were lost.

Why is it that her lovely purple haze is always fraught
With memories of that long-lost precious time?
With whirling, swirling pictures of you in every mood and pose
From the ridiculous to the sublime?

How can the days of fall bring such vivid memories
Of a time so distant, yet so clearly seen?
How bring back the bittersweet of love so long ago?
Of that lost love's pain that's still so sharply keen?

I am back again in that smoky Indian Summer day
And the autumn leaves are falling all around;
A passing wind picks up and whirls them lightly through the air,
Dropping them in little piles upon the ground.

We shuffle through them, laughing, as though we're kids again
And we watch some wild geese till they're out of sight.
We see a brassy sun slowly fall behind the hill
And a harvest moon now ushers in the night.

I feel your warmth of presence, your gentleness of touch --
Hear your voice, soft and low, proclaim your love.
I know that love still binds us, that it will never die
As long as sun and stars and moon shine from above.

I suppose that some emotions are so very deep
They leave a lasting imprint there in space --
An imprint so strong it will last through time eternal
With, each fall, a thousand pictures of your face.