Bathing in sunbeams radiated from youth
that kindled countless autumns
come-and-go
colors, trick-or-treaters
(I gave the lollipop to a lone zombie
and you weren’t there to see)
beaming through silver clouds,
the whispers of tree branches
    Fan me
better yet, nudge me toward the big oak
the one like that one from The Notebook

seasons breathe deeply
this air cools my tongue
sparkled creek water