Days of Fall
Take me back to them days in the fall
When we spent our days breathing each other in with the air. Entranced. In thrall.
Where I held you beside me stood out in the entrance. Like them towering pines we viewed. Stood tall.
A walk in the woods. In the company of trees. Singular, familial yet unadorned. In that there loneliest place of them all.
Sat by the fire ; fanned by soft whispers, stoking stories of old
Kindling carried in kind by the wind; Words full of warmth in that glorious cold
Our inhibitions setting, our shadows cast as one. No care for the dawn with the night taking hold
In that moment time seemed still. A book cover framed in my mind so we counted stars in the sky writing chapters untold
The night settled in. We swayed beside the flickering fire. Not a word we spoke.
No music played. Like those fading flames we danced slow; in time with natures notes.
The moonlight took a shine to us then. A spotlight on my favourite autumn dress of flowers; filled with summer’s hope.
I’d fall asleep on your bed of flowers. Your scent of promise. Fragrant. Those days of fall when by each other’s sides we woke.
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Zed Zed | Year Posted 2017
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