I dreamed I was falling in love. I was
young again. We sat on stones and talked about
mountains, and opera and our favorite
newspapers. It seemed to us that at last
this was the real thing. I woke up early,
happy. One of the cats was on my chest,
one at my feet. My husband and the dog
were snoring, like they do. The room was cold
but the blankets were watm. It’s autumn finally,
after a long spell of sun and dust and blue.
The rains came and washed away the ash trees’
amber. Before long, only the bones will show.
This is how time drops away, how the peace
you once longed for at last comes to pass.
October 1, 2015