Fall

I woke this morning to find myself thirty pounds heavier, thirty years older,        with a distant  and fading past, 

 a preposterous present                   

and cursed with an infidel future.

Fall had met the Long Island sky. 

Trees rage the heavens with the beauty of their bursting foliage.
Every color of the autumn palette,

golden yellow and forever greens, twinkle like diamonds  dancing in the cold sunlight.

Heather browns and purple reds, fire and light scream that they were here before the inevitable forever winter's night.

The wind whispers it's autumn song  gently kissing the north shores glistening tides. On the water a mirrored reflection of white cotton puffed clouds paint our vision north,south,east and west. 

Beauty disguises the bitter glory, the ending truth, simultaneously reminding  us once we lived in eternal youth.