Autumn air carried a matured scent,
Like a soft young girl’s hand,
Once fresh with all the possibilities,
Now toughened, acquiesced to sensibilities.
Buried deep within thick skin and smiles,
Spiraling with bitter humor and lyres,
One foot at a time, one jump at a time,
Hopping jovially, crimson sun rises
One last time.
9.21.2019
Ralph with Coffee 