Affection of Older Autumn
It is late September again,
effervescent, fair---much like
the first touch of air-brushed flame
seizing an ardor glazed by
an ever- changing pastel light…
we are still here,
on autumnal view's entrance
breathing sweet ambrosia
from life's harvest...perhaps older
as grey marbles collected through
fables of silence together : our weary
bodies are held by endless glow past mid-life,
recalling youth's blazed affection
while evening fog embraces us,
through a tender contentment
of devotion's soft kisses.
Contest 340 for Brian Strand
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