A leaf falling off a tree.
Autumn has come and so has she.
Walking over a carpet brown,
I sense her presence somewhere around.Lifting myself off crackling leaves,
into my lungs, this cool air I breathe.
Behind a thick woody trunk I see
her silky hair in the wind flowing free.In a moment, my eyes met hers.
Memories past came back in tears.
She floated towards me, graceful as a mare.
I stood frozen, in an enchanted stare.My hands took hers, or did she take mine?
She touched my heart and I lost the sense of time.
From Winter to Summer is far too long.
Every year, I sing the same song.
T'is a season past since she appeared,
amidst an autumnal song once heard
across browning forested woods,
where among strewn leaves lay sentimental moods.I walk past trees bald and bare,
over her footsteps buried unaware
by falling snow which came last night
as pure, innocent crystals in the moonlight.I look down at the blanket of white
which seemed to spell only Winter's blight,
of times forgotten in bitter cold
and timeless dreams frozen in mould.For as quickly as she has come,
just as soon time's work is done,
to cut short a love yarn spun,
to leave a memory, a verse, another song sung.
Sunshine's time has come again,
thawing traces of Winter's stain.
Towering trees sprout leaves of green,
a silent farewell to the cold they've seen.
T'was not time for her to come.
Only half the way, the globe had spun.
But as I wandered deep within the forest's core,
through the air came a mystic tune sung before.
Her graceful form stepped from behind
an ancient tree, whose bark was lined
with memories, of my impassioned heart,
of us who were kept too long apart.
My gaze met her sensuous eyes,
a sparkle of charm I could not deny.
Falling into each other's arms,
a kiss ceased time's endless yarn.
Our voices, together a new song sung,
of a new life just begun.
Like earth's many ever flowing rivers,
for us, it will be Spring forever.
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