we wound
our way
through
the midwestern
woods
sunlight
filtering through
the autumn leaves
golden rays
dancing
among
the branches
the late
afternoon
light
playfully
chasing
the forest’s
ever moving
shadow
a blanket
of fallen leaves
keeping
the ground
warm
guarding
it from
the chill
in the
October air
all while
our conversation
wandered
like the trails
and the creek bed
and the wind
wistfully
winding
through the trees
as they moved
politely
out of its way
their leaves
bowing courteously
as it passed by
until we found
our way
back to our
separate cars
waiting
to take us
down separate roads
to our separate
homes
away from the woods
and their golden
afternoon light
now
I know
that nothing
gold can stay
but gold
is just one color
I would wander
with you
through
well lit woods
or
rain soaked
streets
in the dead of night
or
the worst
of winter
whiteouts
the worth
of the brightest
moments
measured
by the weight
of meaning
imbued in
those
of sorrow
and frustration
and disappointment
the memories
of light
and rain
and snow
entwined
in each minute
we spend together
binding our separate lives
like
the separate
roads
leading
to our separate
homes
that always
meet
somewhere
in the middle
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