To Autumn Our Love

As seasons change with love as breath with air
I reminisce our romance in the sands
That fade inside hours of Autumn's compare

Must she be leaves leaving my lonely hands
And I the brute and bare heart-broken tree
Never to know the comfort where she lands

Yet there is something more inside of me
A jealous pride perhaps that made her leave
Without a kiss or clue of what to be

Oh what a tale of fate dost Cupid weave!
Or should I blame myself, branches and all?
The distance of our hearts my hands would cleave

If only that thou love would never fall
Into the arms of one she would adore
And as for me...to never ever call

I reminisce our romance just once more
The spring and summer sands, free as a dove
Later I'll cry; for now this drink shall pour
From me to you and to Autumn our love
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Mac Donald Avatar
June 17, 2011 at 10:12 AM
A warm and touching write, Johnny! Beautiful imagery penned for this 'dove'. I'm glad you are back sharing your poetry..thank you! Best wishes, Mikki
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May 31, 2011 at 2:47 AM
Oh what a tale does your poetic pen weave. Excellent write. http://anthonynutter.weebly.com/
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