For Johnny

 

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(Photo by Jacqueline Casey)

“For Johnny”

When silver leaves sigh, trembling to the ground
a brilliant gold is sprinkled everywhere.
Sure, then I hear your laughter mid the sound
of steps that shuffle up abandoned stair.

When scarlet leaves dance, hesitant to part
lay deep in dusty shadows, they intone
and whisper “I have been here where my heart
knows sad farewell to memories we’ve known”.

When days grow short and bitter is my soul

among the frost and starry branches bare,
remember warm your humor I may hold
before the light grows dull to dark despair.
 

Once more I sense your autumn presence where,
among the jeweled leaves, you’re smiling there.

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