Orange pineapple sunset in a mango peach sky

hangs over a cyan sea with waves slipping on by.

Pumpkins line the streets and trees have cherry colored leaves.

It is fall in New England and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

Now the moon has a ring around it

and the clouds are like ghosts, what does that mean?

I love to sit next to you

and wonder what you’re thinking.

You ask me and I say nothing because I’m just taking it all in.

These technicolor dreams are coming true

and are bursting at the seems.

We pause and take a beat

at your favorite part of the street

with the marsh and the curve of the river

you love to capture.

Oh here we go driving down another road

eyes wide open and not a heavy load.

Tunes in the air

care free vibes everywhere,

where does the time go?

Maybe it collects like tide pools

in our memories.

We slowly discover them when the tide gets low

the best remain and are hidden under the seaweed

like star fish and sea urchins that might as well be from Mars.

But what about tomorrow my mind starts to think.

I tell myself to live for the present and to let it all go.