Creative Poetry: Anonymous Oct 31

The sky tonight, I’m surprised to find,

is grey instead of black;

dull enough to make me doubt

the stars are coming back.

But turning now, to your eyes,

cornflower blue and all,

reminds me how much time it took

to get from spring to fall.

That golden season wand’ring streets

at midnight hours passed,

and the happy, hopeful ignorance

of thinking it would last.

But with this crisper weather

and the dullness of the sky

comes all the joy of knowing you

and letting time go by.

Anonymous
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