Crisp swirling winds are upon our doorstep
Rattling leaves and the sounds of autumn
Composing a symphony of seasonal changes
Faint hints of sage and pine upon the breeze
Burning wood and a hint of snow in the air
While spiritual artists re-brush the landscape
Oranges, browns, reds, and yellowish hues
Our eyes sparkling in the presence of greatness
Together we stroll the fringes of our lands
Two souls forever joined in natural harmony
Your hand nestled deeply in the warmth of mine
Each step effortless and each moment priceless
Shared words only spoken when needed
For our thoughts always cross in passing
What one thinks, the other just seems to know
Such as the seasonal bounty has passed
Dried vines from our pumpkins and squash
Borage stalks bent and given over to brown
Vegetable plots now gathering moving debris
While high above the naked branches speak
The language of the trees; to us is well known
Whispering reminders of days soon to come
Days when all this will be hidden by the white
When the whispers become shrieks and howls
And walking no longer a leisurely process
But for the waiting; those days are in the future
Seize the now and live in the last of the moment
The sun still shares the last of its seasonal warmth
Skies above still pleasant and cloudless
And each day the evening comes a bit quicker
But for now, we revel in the last of the moments
Time shared is time spared from things mundane
Tasks put aside, for these times of togetherness
Are truly the moments of forever remembrance
Our cheeks rosy from the wind, but not cold
Two smiles filled with nothing but true love
Hearts beating in perfect synchronicity
A shared soul is our encompassing circle
Sacred, magickal, and infinite beyond imagination
For the land, we profess our undying adoration
Sustenance, health, and our family security
For each other, mere words find such struggle
Ours is a love so far beyond and definition
And yet rooted simplistically and earthbound
Such as it is with the herbs in our gardens
Fertile plots where we’ve invested energies
‘Tis where we’ve planted our familial seeds
And as it grows, so does the land around us
Once new, like a virgin field awaiting the plow
With sharing and care, now a gathering place
Where bees and fowl and living things venture
Spirits and faeries and all things elemental
As teeming life beckons to life’s greatest gifts
I’m reminded of this journey we’ve taken
By the warmth of your hand, nestled in mine
The paths we’ve taken and the seeds planted
Crops we’ve harvested, season after season
Watching the saplings grow into great trees
And as we prepare for the coming winter
Such is the great tale in the story of living
One chapter nearly ending but another beginning
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