Call it Autumn.
Call it the changing of the leaves, of the wind, of guard,
Let the wind carry you for a time,
You have so much time.
Call it the unfurling, unfolding of a wider horizon,
And you, my loves, will take it for your own.
You are caught in a different breeze now,
To me, and those others left behind
But maybe we will float together again
In our next Autumn.
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