Autumns Tryst

We often strolled along this beaten path Especially in autumn, Oftentimes For miles. Our steps crushing the leaves beneath Our feet, releasing magic fragrances. We’d whiff the fall bouquet, and sniff again, Then stop to kiss. These things we did before So many times together...our domain. A coexistent couple, and there’s more: We are an integral part of autumn As trees and colored leaves, gentle breezes As God intended. To benignly come Together like a painting that pleases The artist. Sauntering with hand in hand In love, in autumns blissful promised land.