She spoke to me of fall, and said,
“That year, we took a trip to see
The leaves first turning.
We were to start a family,
And I was burning
With readiness, and fearfulness,
And all else in-between,
And every night we talked of wonders
That day seen.
I never dreamed that any trip
Could be so good.
The night’s were full, and intimate.
And shared, I think, the fears I had.
The glorious fall weather
Was like a curtain over us,
We two, together.”
They have three children, now, the youngest
Just turned ten.
I asked her if they ever talked
Of going back again —
“Oh, no,” said she, “the memory’s great,
But I think time has shown
When anything’s that perfect, I should
Just leave it