Smell of Leaves that Fall

I don’t remember our gifts on Christmas.

Smell of Leaves that Fall

I had some work up in New England.
I thought it would be just a week or two.
I looked for a rental and found a log cabin.
That’s where I wrote that poem to you.

The snow came in quite early in December.
You wrote and asked me to come and stay.
I still am finding sand from the beach
when we dove from Frisco down to LA.

I don’…