Autumn Table Jazz

Wooden table, autumn air

Leaves in curls everywhere

Plates half-full of maybe-so

Conversations moving slow

Season knows when not to stay

Autumn table jazz

Nothing meant to last

Still we sit and play

Like it’s always this way

Sweaters hold what hands can’t say

Warmth pretending it’s okay

Golden hours bending low

Letting quiet feelings show

If goodbye is near

Pour another year

Autumn table jazz

Nothing meant to last

Still we sit and play

Like it’s always this way

Autumn table jazz

Sweet and overcast

Every ending sounds like home

When the rhythm’s grown

Leaves fall… notes stay