Central Park
When autumn comes
and leaves obey
I think of you when spring was new
and fall was miles away.
And when I close my eyes I see you
and I don't feel the chill.
When autumn comes
it's summer still.
When autumn comes
and wild geese fly
I wonder do you see them to
across the restless sky?
And does October catch you dreaming
of Central Park in June?
Or is love lost beneath the frost
of autumn's moon. . .
"When Autumn Comes"
Linda Eder
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