My friend, I saw the autumn in your eyes. <br />November was awaiting your reply. <br />Like a gray leaf long fated for the air, <br />You left for want of flight to keep you there. <br /> <br />I had to stand and watch your landscape close. <br />Nothing was left but woodsmoke on old clothes, <br />Which had no power to color my space blue, <br />For you had taken dusk away with you. <br /> <br />Previously published, The World Poets Quarterly, China<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-in-your-eyes/
