The day the Ginkgo leaves fell

I recall that brisk and bracing day:

Yellow golden fans edged in green

Whipping, swirling 'mid Sol's heatless ray

And drifting down to lay between

The stalks of grass with random pose

To make mosaics on the lawn

A single day the gods have chose

The ginkgo's cloak to mandate gone.

I remember, I think, that chilly day

The skirt shaped leaves upon me lay

As 'neath the branches I lightly sleep

And life's clear moments Time's burglar reaps;

He takes away, I seem to recall,

The fleeting scent of the leaves of Fall

And then the painting behind my eyes,

The light around and within dies.

I recall it, I swear, I know I remember

That bracing wind of late November.

The day the ginkgo leaves laid down

To rest like me...

©2007 Stuart Dummit

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