Distant home

Crisp air lightly tangles my hair 

and I feel the sun blush through

the clouds. 

Flushed, 

with shrouds of whim.

Wind sweeping the trees

leaves tinted amber bright with 

autumn hues.

The time laments and I feel

my pulse 

my veins move to its rhythm.  

I miss you in this 

moment:

quiet, bliss...

...we'd share that acknowledging smile.