grownapart

October,
crimson leaves
fall gently amidst
a row of maple trees,
each one spreading its
wistful hues along the ground,
devising a landscape of tenderness
that’s coalesced somewhere between a
maudlin yearning and fond memories of love.

The crisp air and subtle glimpses of sunlight
embrace like past lovers who’ve grown
apart, but still cherish one another’s
presence. And if they could share
their vast thoughts, they would,
but they settle for a quiet
understanding before
the tranquil edges
of dusk softly
approach.