My Autumn Man

Colors of his face haunt October dreams,
a crisp clarity only autumn breezes replicate.

His engulfing embrace, a sweater against world’s chill,
echoing laughter, music floating on the wind,
welcoming smile, a cup of hot cider,
fiery presence fills icy rooms with crackling warmth & light.

With each goodbye, a leaf falls from our tree,
giving way to winter,
patiently waiting for spring’s new hello.





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