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Pumpkin Burnt Skies

The September autumn air chills my heart of matters
The skies are clashing with fiery yellow reds
Swirling the fading day away
As twilight awaits in loom from the east
Birds are fleeing to their sheltered nests
Mini car lights crawling in the valley along the lake
Homes afar spread out like distant stars
Being led by street lights along the way
I feel the coldness through me once again
At the crest of the hill, I see her
Her auburn hair flowing in the evening breeze
Like fire in the wind
Her crimson sweater dances as well
I call out to her but the wind carries it away
Just a slip of a girl from where I stand
I call again and this time she turns to me
I wave at her as she looks my way
It was just yesterday since I held her hands
But it feels like an eternity has past since
Her touch will warm up the crisp flow of fall..
I know it will
On the threshold of the hill, she calls out
But the wind plays tricks with her voice
Disguising the calls of hello to cries of despair
There is an urgency to her voice it seems
My feet are now carrying me towards her
There is this odd sameness I feel as I gain ground
As I go down the slope, I feel her voice up above
The wind was not lying after all
It is clear to me now she is crying
My mind is in worry to her hill side sorrow
As I reach the cusp of the mound
The cries have stopped
With no auburn hair in flow...
Has she fallen down out of sight?
My heart is racing like a 100 meter dash
Where is she? Why did she go?
What was she trying to say to me?
My feelings of concern mixed like the colors in the sky
Where did she go? Does she still love me?
I am so cold now
At the corner of my eye...movement
There she was kneeling by a dressed up tree
Dressed up with colorful bows and streams
Her hair in her face hiding her beauty
Her wool sweater shapes her side
Oh how I miss you, my dear Sweet, as I ran to her
Seeking her warmth, I touch her arm
She turns and looks right through me
Why? Why did you go?
My dear Sweet, I didn't go far..I was just at home
I saw you so I had to come see you! Why are you crying?
My pictures, the stuffed bear I gave her..
Lie next to the tree....why?
The wind now, is picking up
Blowing right through me again
I feel so cold now ...and now I know why
Oh my dear Sweet, just look at those pumpkin burnt skies.

~ ESR ~