Autumn

The blaze of azure up above has taken on a new pallor, The sun, so fervent for so long, now doles out its ardor. Falling leaves pirouette in the air in amber and gold, A drizzle of brittle tears, shed from their lofty abode. The summer breeze has withdrawn its sultry embrace, Is now but a chill sigh stealing away in haste. Streets that were robed in many a splendid hue, Have slipped off their finery, donned an air subdued. The day that lingered, now sings an early swan song, Shooed away by a nocturne that’s languid and long. Summer has departed, my love, autumn is in the air. As the city starts to shiver, will passion cease to flare? Will the summer of our love stay on against all odds? Or will it flee from the frost of fear-addled thoughts? When spring, at long last, shows her first blush, Will our pledges flower, or will our hearts be hushed? If winter follows winter, if seasons desert these shores, I know, dear, my love for you will still grow evermore.