There, where you are...

There, where you are,

the days will begin to shorten

and soon the leaves with turn down

in resplendent colors, and fall.

As autumn comes the air will chill

and the morning fog will become an old friend

knocking at your door with your paper and coffee,

“The first snow is not long away,” they’ll say,

“and winter will be long and cold this year.”

Christmas carols come sooner than you know

and another year has passed unexpectedly

or so it will seem.

Here, where I am,

the sun will rise lower in the sky,

and the humid desert mornings will be cooler

as the wind blows the sand into the sea,

and I live another day.

There will be talk of autumn at home,

and of the coming snow and winter fog,

the loneliness of missing the morning with you.

“She’ll be waiting for you on the pier,” they’ll say,

“and it will be like seeing her for the first time…”

It will be silent for awhile,

as we all dream

and think of Christmas soon to come,

there,

where you are.