Yellow, Orange, Brown and Rust
By Oscar S. Cisneros
The clouds were gray the day that the leaves fell to the dust.
Fall's cascading colors: Yellow, orange, brown and rust.
Upon the latest fashions nature's colors were festooned
But you would not be swayed from wearing gray black and maroon.
And I too was clad in black with charcoal to match your sweater;
Humble but composed in shoes of tended leather.
And so we strolled along as mirrored shadows of the other.
Autumn was the season for this day made just for lovers.
In the park there was walkway, a tunnel running through a hill,
Where the wind we did escape to stand alone in shadows' chill.
I pulled you by the scarf, ever so slowly close to me.
What need was there to speak? When my eyes could plainly see
That although it was the fall, our love bloomed as in spring.
A timeless quiet moment with my dark
one with light skin.
