If I Could

for June. because sometimes just one person is enough.

I would give you 
Fall
in Savannah, the sweet
scent of cedar and oak,
curling low across the
setting
sun, until it found us,
arm-in-arm, walking
young and wise,
down
Henry street

I would give you
Fall
on the porch, with
Brother and Momma,
doors hung
heavy
with the striated colours
of dry-kernelled corn,
the Still of the Night and
its Wildwood Flowers
ablaze and abloom
all around us

and if I were a good,
a very, very, good
Kitty
I might be allowed
to find just the right
notes,
the ones just
above
Brother's bass,
the ones just
below
Momma's soprano

and there
we would
linger
you and I and
they

'til the Waving Girl
beckoned us on to Bonaventure's gates,
where we would sleep
undisturbed, 'til she
called us home
again

c.sdmrogers 24 October 2010