Short poems

we chased summer away
pushed shadows aside
pulled stars into our eyes
now autumn is ready for us

autumn breeze
her auburn hair moves gently
red maple leaf falls slowly

november misty night
holding hands in the fog
we can never get lost

ten thousand miles away
she whispers my name
I see her face in the stars

ship to shore radio
her voice sounds distant
her fragrance lingers on

dock meeting
sea air
hearing I love you over the gulls

footsteps echo
outside table
white wine

short walk
small staircase
we become our

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