Russet, sets a blush to the trees,
while we stroll, in a gold rush, of leaves.
The living skies, of Autumn, ablaze.
Vaporous streamers in the sun's rays.
Your hand, warm in mine, gives a squeeze.
A soft kiss, makes me weak in the knees.
We speak without needing words,
yet, so meaningful, my heart is stirred.
A silent conversation of love,
offering more than I could dream of.
I fall in love all over again,
with my husband, my best friend.
Paula Swanson 9/27/2011
For the contest Falling In Love In The Fall
Sponsored by Michael J. Falotico
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