Friendship in the Fall

Maple leaves lime yellow,

see through claret red paved the way and

led us to conversations of losing all our teeth

but still bleating for cake.

 

Cake as creamy as the

lusty browns and chiccy chocolate hues

that line a wavy iced canal.

 

We gum grimace at the thought of losing teeth.

Reflecting each others squinting eyes and mashing gnashers.

Leaves fall into wreaths

around our feet beneath the lashings

of crazy fondant marzipan, there is a plan.

 

Of two aging women

still dynamic in the falling Fall.

A cake made in the Autumn of our decades warmed with laughter of friendship tears,

amidst the swirling leaves of future years.

 

Ann Kershaw