First Autumn

Poetry

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First autumn had come to us with a seed poem
I had written for the very first time after my last passing.

It had lovers again in the golden arms of autumn only
autumn can see. It had held them like the first time sun

for the first time earth. There were melting kisses
filled with eucalyptus air when time stopped to see them

breathing in with their eyes the light of each other.
And how their hands grasped the dreams of seasons

they so long wanted. It was a loving remembrance
of a memory that was not yet a memory. But it is now.

It is a memory now of the remembrance I can no longer
remember. You no longer come to me with your wild.

I no longer offer you my earth. But every time a new
autumn is at our door I count its left-over leaves.

~

Vaishali Paliwal