The days pass one after the other

tumbling forth in rapid procession

until one day I feel the chill

in the air and I realize that fall

has arrived.  I look up at the sky

and watch the clouds move slowly by

marveling at the way their color turns from

blue to grey when the cold sets in.

Suddenly my attention is caught by

a single leaf floating down through

the breeze.  It’s color once a vibrant green

now sports a bold yellow and orange hue

somehow reminding me of you, and

I shiver at the thought that

so much time has passed and yet we

are still apart.  How can it be

that time passes so quickly and yet

each day seems to last an eternity

as I wait for that day when we

will be together?  Then as I watch

the leaf settle to the ground landing

in a virtual sea of leaves each with a color

different than the other I realize that

each day changes me just a fraction from

who I was into who I am meant to be.

Perhaps a little bolder or maybe a little stronger

but each change has its reason … and I,

like the season, evolve into something greater

before it becomes my time to die.

So I breathe in deep the chilled air

knowing that time will pass and that

one day our lives will come together just

as the leaves falling from the trees

because we are meant to be.