When September Returns

Let the autumn leaves fall,

Let go, let go,
it's time to face the winter.

I miss you most

when the August skies

shine blue
the way your eyes do.

Let the brown leaves fall,
Let go, let go,
do not fear.

Spring - and love -
are so near.

I miss you Chris
when September returns,
for I'm always
thinking of you.

--SHK