Thursday, 3 May 2012

The Poem Series: Autumn

Hand and hand we step out
On a transparent autumn morning
We walk to the silent beat
When you breathe in and I breathe out

We read the leaves in the open air season
You hold my hand, your touch is a story
I read you with fluency, not in your words
But in the lines on your face and between the lashes of your eyes

We walk, crunching surrendered leaves underfoot
And when the wind comes and blows summer away
You lead me back to the place we know

So wait up
There’s so much to dream about

All poems in this series are by me, and are copyright to me. Some are recent, most were written in the past few years.

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