On a Trip to See Fall Leaves, September 2015
(for my husband)
So it’s settled then.
Some fall day I’ll come back here
venture up a granite hill
scatter the ashes of you,
three golden retrievers,
a first wife I never knew
at this place so aptly named.
I’ll look across to acknowledge the silent aspens
paying their respects
shedding foliage like triumphant tears.
Then go home alone
the only one
not yet able
to ride the wind
with the leaves.
