Barbara

by Geary

A maple leaf stretches out
into the autumn air,
flat, intricate, delicate

It brushes by my car on the way to the airport
Specks of rain stain its face
and deepen into blotches of rust
like blood from an old wound.
And still it tumbles and tosses in the wind.

Her hand touches mine
in final farewell, and she is gone, forever.

As the wind carries her away,
I drive home, dazzled by a blazing sunrise
promising hope.

I would never see her again, alive
Yet the cold winter winds carry her voice;
Ich Liebe Diche .....I love you