秋日，相邀一杯清咖，
                                          在梧桐树下的小屋。
                                          门咿呀着沉淀过往，
                                          跳跃星星点点的斑驳。
                                          悠闲的感觉——
                                          从萨克斯管中徐徐流出。
                                          老照片已被时空碾压成：
                                          一枚茶色的琥珀。 


                                         西窗的阳光飘然而至，
                                         逆光剪下我沉思的雕塑。
                                        双眸触摸年轮的温度
                                         思绪还在流连——
                                        冬之枫树染霜的轮廓。
                                        一把银勺慢慢搅动，
                                        儿时的记忆，
                                        慨叹：逝者如斯夫。
                                        轻轻地吹去：繁华的泡沫。
                                        心境的涟漪在杯中平复。
                                        静静的，端起杯：
                                        啜饮生活的原味。
                                        些许香甜，些许涩苦。