patience with my heart
kept the snow away from Iowa this month
and everything is still warm.
the rains haven’t slowed in Cheshire yet—
maybe my voice travels further
and maybe now I’ll control the weather
the way you somehow can.
if you could, darling,
would you keep the cerise leaflets on the ground?
I picked a pale yellow bunch
on the day I told my parents about you,
will always be my favorite autumn hue—
a color full and finished.
if you listen,
it’s spoken in the trees.