To Choreograph Perfection

Perfection is perhaps

Impossible

To choreograph

First

It must season

For many

Many years

Until

The precise blend

Of circumstance

Aligns

Amidst the glorious

Backdrop of autumn

The scene

A special place

We called home

There are smiles

And hugs

Laughter and maybe

Tears

And memories born

So many autumns

Prior

With friends to last

A lifetime

Shared and relived

Once more

And those

Not present

Are with us

Still

The river of life

Has passed

Over many stones

And flows

Endless

Along the way

We have changed

But really

We have not

We are still

Very much

Who we were

Way back then

Just more

More willing to

Be

Who we are

To just be

Together

Once more

Perfection