We tread lightly
looking for an opening
footfalls in a canyon

On Saturday we
tied our laces
parted canopies closing in
picked up our pace
drew breaths
out of due respect
out of sheer exhaustion

On Sunday you
looked up from the paper
ketchup with your eggs
tea with your questions
and I flipped
the omelet again

Autumns age
the best of us
the golden hues soften
before the rust rushes in
and crumbling
brown, we fall

And I like the fall the best of all