Fall fads

i thought about him a lot today
dark hair and eyes of blue
one who captured my attention
a few weeks last september

i was memorized by
the sound of his voice
one touch would
send a shock of fire
for a phone to ring,
a heart
to skip a beat

but the stale dreary days of late fall
I could not escape;

excitement flew out the door
with the last goose to head south.

by the early morning snow
interest became lost on blue;
green now was
the new fascination.