when summer and fall part(for Sagal)

*wrote this a while ago…sifting through old books can
unearth some thoughts indeed. -cs*

you
don’t simply cross the mind as
maple leaves do to quiet lawns
at the outset of fall

you
linger like the last touches of sun
trapped in a butterfly’s wings
at the day’s last call

and for all of that, you
despite scars earned and inflicted
still hold me with the care of a sculptor
wrapped in gauze within your heart

and i
do the same believe it or not
even with the chill and brightness that comes
when summer and fall part.