Autumn
I saw you there October past
your smile an apple tasted twice
before a sip of wine and yes
the scent of peach competed there
with orange and wild licorice
to metaphor your breath.
Your eyes were then discovery
hanging ripe in wisdom
the apples falling all along
your wind dried hair of scented sun
bore the fruit of only you
your name a melon on my tongue
swallowed as I heard you sung
by bee and hummingbird in search
of life in search of love in search
of dandelion deep
from out the orchard earth expressed
where you were laughing in your sleep
and time was absent till you'd gone
the apples rotting all along.