September Poem. (Completed & with picture).

                           She loved me
                                                 and in September
She wore the curling leaves in her hair
                           As we walked by
                                                 the mist hued waters
Where geese with clipped wings dipped their beaks for bread

                           and later
                                                 in the park she held me
while the red moon rose while buzzed the night crazed gnats
                           and great boughs
                                                  dropped noon ripe apples
Into our open palms

                         
                           Then quietly
                                              Hands clasped
                                                                      we drifted
                   Towards the dying embers of the sun
                            Out through white gates
                                      into a city
             Where hi tech threads of neon lights were spun
                                 into a flimsy tent
                           Out dazzling faded stars
                                  Until autumnal
                                         mist
Dissolved all sense of wonder - and proved our love talk
dumb

But now you smile                  More loving than at night
And spill a sudden clarity             Into the morning light


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
February 7th. 1965.  Final two lines September 23rd.1982. 
Revised October 12th. 2012. - August 29th. 2015. _ April 26th. 2022.