Autumn Red

The sound of geese draw her eyes toward the autumn sky.
It's a beautiful shade of blue.
The same blue that made her heart quicken when she looked into his eyes.
Are they still that color? Its been so very long.
She stands to walk toward her garden.
Her long lace dress gets snagged in the wicker chair.
She is reminded of the beautiful summer day when they went blackberry picking.
The sun was so brillant; it illuminated the red in his hair.
He smiled as he bent down to gently pull her dress out of the thorns.
She takes a visual inventory of the landscape.
Her garden is fading in color. It's lost against the splendor of the trees.
The leaves are bold splashes of yellow, orange, and red.
Her eyes are focused on that particular leaf. That color red. It's so familiar.
She pulls the leaf from the tree. Will it be missed? Will she be missed?
Has he thought of her since that last day?
The vivid colors blur as hot tears roll down her face.
The snap of a tree branch forces her to turn.
She quickly wipes the tears from her eyes. Yes, she can see the red again.
She lets the leaf drop to the ground as she reaches up to touch his beard.
He smiles at her as he bends down to pick up the leaf.
He pulls her body close to his and answers the question in her eyes.
Yes, she has been missed.

By
Viann
10/01/01

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