There will always be another October
For you and me .
The forked flames that slunk away
To let the smoke snuggle
In the nooks and corners of frozen moments,
Were kind ;
Or else they would have scorched
The fingers
That had stoked them.
The winter that follows
And the summer nights
Shall be spent
In gathering the fallen leaves
Of the October gone by,
To build another fire.
We shall wait –
You holding one end of the sky
And I the other,
Gently tossing the stars
From here to there.
When October comes again,
We shall fold the sky
Into a square and
wrap it
Around ourselves.
Image : Anton Repponen ( Unsplash)
