The Fall of Us

The leaves were falling
in showers of gold and brown.
We jumped into piles of them
and rolled in the crinkling mounds
until we were breathless from laughter
and exhausted from crying tears of joy.
We recaptured our youth that day,
once again showing the world
our love didn’t change like the seasons.

Copyright ©2000 by Sondra L. Schlossberg. All rights reserved.
Published in Poetry the Write Way: Webstatic – First Journey (Sept. 2000)

Music on this page – Feel My Love – ©Bruce DeBoer

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