First Autumn
The few leaves that remain
fall easily beneath.
The golden tint they possess
is fading like the sun’s warmth.
The street lamp lights stretch into the lake
as water illuminated poles.
It’s a time of great change on this
autumn night on the front range.
For it is the first moment
I have stopped to witness
all the beauty that surrounds me.
There’s something about being in this state.
A state of starting new.
A state of calm, not panic.
Close to my heart forever on.
And with you by my side, I am blessed.