Welcome to My life in the shadows
DISBELIEVER
A cool haze hovers
over the valley floor
there is a warning in air,
a stillness in leaves
still clinging tightly
to limbs of trees
yet too warm to freeze.
In my city heart
the weather is too perfect,
the mornings too bright,
the landscape too lovely,
the summer shrubs too scarlet,
the flowers too yellow,
too colorful.
This suspended animation
of Indian summer
is suspiciously unreal
and somewhat unkind,
much too perfect to last.
When the waiting is over
and the blue sky fills with tears,
when the cold arctic storms come,
like haunting ghosts,
bringing clouds and freezing rain,
when the leaves tumble to earth
in silent death spirals,
when the sound of your voice
causes my heart to tremble
again with love
then I will believe
in fall.
uTAH jAY
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