Tis a heartfelt memory of the season but a single year removed
When the blustery winds gathered the dried remains of summer
Swirling them about like laughing children running free
Fallen oak leaves offered an unseen hand to the maple
But the total number ensemble cannot be so easily imagined
The golden yellow birch and the delicate pink from the stewartia
The cascading reds of the Staghorn Sumac and butterscotch Ogon
So many hues, enticing alone, but simply amazing as one
That haunting melody of cracking and crumbling beneath our steps
Each unique, giving a timber and tone never to be replicated
Those colors so rich and so bold danced and spun across our path
Oranges, radiant reds, honey, butter and amber say you
Invited us into their garden and under their ever falling canopy
When your hand and mind found one another and held dear
In unison our steps found purchase, one after another and again
We waded through the shifting landscape of the colorful carpet
And yet we never lost sight of the epic beauty in our sights
How I remember the mighty gust that nearly toppled us both
Certainly the wind has mastered the old matchmaking ways
For your face buried deep in my wrap and open arms
And but a shiver, more like a tickle and the smile on your face
Did indeed lead to a heated embrace and soul warming kiss
And a pause, perhaps lingering to capture the memory forever
And on we ambled after the tender moment had passed
Arms swinging, white knuckles braving the cooling air
Lively we stepped, not just for the moment, but for the journey
Tis a bit of magic when the two become one….
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