Come Autumn


I just read this beautiful poem from House of Heart and had to share, so well put for those of us who dream of love, write of love, in New York

House of Heart

We will

walk through central park

in cotton shirts and jeans,

sit beside each other on

 oak benches painted green,

a   broad September

sun will light our faces and

 eyes that show traces of time.

Hummingbird wings of

whispers will flutter a  mad

cadence of hearts,

falling from pages of memoirs

with the ease of a promise.

image by Graham Gercken

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