The Fall

Meet me at the barn at 8
his voice a pale blue 
his pull, a strong current 
I resisted as I always had, 
glancing back, coy smile 
then, disappearing deep into trees 
sun glittering through shivering leaves 
mind full of thought 
  
he, a boy I’d met last fall 
when everything fell around us like rain 
leaving things bare and beautiful. 
I went on 
as if I’d never go back 
as if I’d go to a friend's to talk about the day 
a day I’d keep locked somewhere in me 
to recall when I feel alone. 
  
In the weakening of evening, 
I went to him 
through a starlit path, stillness of branches 
how quickly he stood 
when I appeared in the doorway 
the lantern light brightening on him. 

Author's Note

first draft. ... plan to work on it.

Reviews

[Neon]

Lovers always talk or write like that as same as you written. I love the theme, emotions're not too much but the feelings of love're enough and very beautifully poured into the form of a great poem.

[JenniferMarie]

Thank you Neon. I appreciate your comment.

[EmpressPoetess]

I anxiously await the finished product!

[JenniferMarie]

Thank you Empress! I just read your poem. It was beautiful.

[Angi]

I love that he quickly stood, Jennifer. Those first flutterings are so powerful. Fall will always make her think of him in that light. Beautiful. Angi~

[JenniferMarie]

Thank you Angi. I really appreciate it.