Cinnamon Hues and Pumpkin Patch Wishes
Cinnamon hues and pumpkin patch wishes
If only on a breeze
I could feel your kiss,
gently against my parched lips
worn of summer’s languished heat
but soothed by
autumn’s dream
Cool upon my mouth
which aches with desire
as far away emotions call your name
between each falling leaf
cascading effortlessly
to the ground
Inhaling this enchanting scent
whispering on the wind, I taste
love, drenching me in hope
of cinnamon hues and
pumpkin patch wishes
as seasons change
And I wait, drifting with the air,
the alluring joy that is your heart,
flowing from the north
touching me with the
soft filtered longings
of your lips, on mine
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
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