Autumn's Visits

He calls me a few days before his arrival.

Sometimes I can’t picture his voice, but as soon as I hear him speak I can pick it out from anywhere.

Even though I know he’s a few days away I sit by the door and wait

When he walks in my heart skips a beat. He takes me into his arms and he smells like the earth and the trees.

His brown eyes are kind and his auburn hair is perfectly combed into place.

His pale face has a youthful appearance, but the way looks into the world you know he must have wisdom he has even yet to share.

As I wrap my arms around him I feel the fibers of his sweater cling to the edges of my fingers

I feel safe in his presence

He could take me to the same place every day and show me something I didn’t notice the day before

I feel childhood nostalgia with him, but he finds ways to make me glad I’m here and now instead of there and then.

He leaves quite suddenly… Just as soon as he is home he is gone again. I spend my days looking at pictures of his past visits as I sit in the arms of Winter.