Leaves of green become orange and red as my love and I walk hand in hand. A stream so gentle flows nearby and a bird’s song fills the air. I smile while we walk knowing no happier moment is this now shared.
The crunch of fallen limbs beneath our feet as we walk this path seldom trod upon. I hear my Love’s voice as a song, the bird’s song cannot compare, and I forget life beyond this hour.
Do you see the light through branches falling down to the browning grass below? Time changes so much, but love remains. I can feel the air become colder as with each step we take and each second gone winter comes closer.
We will soon bundle beneath layers or us two together beneath blankets in bed to flee the cold of this coming season.
We hand in hand walk with picnic waiting for that place to rest. A bit of grass to lay our heads. A place to hold and be held by one another. How I wonder if others require such an escape with their lover. To find lost together in each others eyes. To forget all else but the other.
We find a spot among the naked trees, a blanket spread out, we two like the trees despite the chill, and as our bodies come together I am reminded of how great love can be. As a song with different parts coming together to form on piece of beauty, we come together in love to form a song of love.