There’s something about the fall that reminds me
I loved once,
that I was loved.
An isometric sinking and lifting-
the chest, leaves, sun.
I remember loving you then, in this season-
(fall of 2010, ’11, ’12, ’13.
It started to get so hard in 2014,
I’m not going to pretend I didn’t love you though
We just weren’t loving each other well,
in the way we needed
to feel well,
to be well.)
There’s a sweetness behind it – fall, love-
which can only be known by including pain.
Like the way leaves die in such beauty-
moving through so many colors before
dancing to its grave.
I sat down to write of beets-
the benefits of and recipes
for high school students in Home Ec. classes
(it’s not called that any more,
did you know?
Now: Family and Consumer Science).
And here I am, writing of you
in my favorite season.