Autumn

It is autumn

and the slanting air and sunlight

tell me that the world is tipping back

towards winter.

It is autumn

and the rhythm and the rhyme of

classes taught and taken

drum along.

It is autumn

and the projects of the summer

and its dreams and aspirations lie

half-done.

It is autumn

and the changing of the leaves

in other places far away

pulls my heart.

It is autumn

and there is nothing so fine

as to share a morning and coffee and talk

with you.