Encounter in October

Clouds stretch from the sky 

to the lake, then drift 

away from my sight.

I search for some metaphor

to explain my thoughts

about those clouds,

but nothing quite fits.

I notice a young girl 

walk through dead leaves,

as they fall 

from the trees.

She stares at the sky;

Are her thoughts of that sky,

or of something beyond?

She is lost in her own thoughts,

she  has no time for me.

Our chance to meet drifts away,

like the passing clouds.

An angry goose honks at the sky.