Autumn In My Mind Poem by RIC BASTASA

i guess the color must be
pastel
pastel yellow and the feeling
must be humid
or if not it is something soft
and yet dry
and the only motion
like what candice describes
in her poem
must always be the
falling and
falling
and falling
and falling
and

touching the ground
with so much silence
except the
murmur of the
wind
always passing by
and not
really remembering
anything
between us

but i always remember
yes, always,
the pulsating pain