All the Leaves

Summer days
Have come and gone
And leaves begin to drift
Softly down from the outstretched arms
Of the trees that shaded us
From the heat
As a swift
And chilling wind sweeps through the mountains
I can hear the whispers
Of winter
Not far behind
And my eyes
Turn grey in preparation
Smoke clings to the air
Like cobwebs
Rolling out of chimneys
Haunting my skies like ghosts
And yet without sun and without warmth
I feel unbridled joy still
I watch you tread through fallen leaves
Stirring them up and watching intently
As they dance around your feet
Wearing your carhartt beanie
And my hands always seem to find yours
In the sway of your step
I wrap my arm around you
I long to walk hand in hand with you
Through every season
Harsh or mild
My nights are filled with thoughts
Of you and I
Conquering sidewalks
One by one
Until our veins
Are maps of where we’ve been
So each time your fingers touch my skin
You can hear the howling wind
Or the hum of cars on city streets
Where I’ve fallen for you more times
Than all the leaves on all the trees