If I counted the leaves as they fall
the fluttering reassurance of things that end
I would have my eyes forever in awe of sunset
the amber that traps moments within
Autumn is my most comfortable season
it is of things that wash away
that cleanse my used heart
but will begin again
Winter is much less harsh
for it's absence leaves me with the space
the introspective that bears me unbroken
to be sure I am still here
the barren empty silence
that still resonates your last
is a biting reminder
of what is yet to come
The growing in my mind
like tendrils of a vine
(wrap once again around)
to claim what is yours
-and what is mine
the cool green of rebirth
and yet I am never changed
again I let you consume
whisper again your sweet refrain
That lingering passion
is not now quite as strong
but the love of lovers returning
as I am reunited with my other soul
scorches hotter than everything
I have ever known
this is when I am heady with you
and too quick I forget who I am
and I am in need of sweet Autumn
-to watch the leaves again
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