I repeat her name a few times just to remember

I repeat her name a few times just to remember
the texture of it, I'm seeing her soft blonde hair

wander the breeze. The sky becomes colored amber
with the approach of autumn, she is the warm clothing

that covers my skin. I gaze into the burning embers
of the fire and meditate on the voluptuous forms

she moves about the world in, the dazzling number
of names that she has, the ways she presents herself

and makes her presence known. The trees stand sober
in their love of her, their leaves begin trembling

with the coming weather. I'm hearing the timbre
of birdsong in the water oak and watching the color

of the heavens change in ways that I remember.