My Autumn Man

September 18, 2010
By TheLadyKate GOLD, Cairo, New York
TheLadyKate GOLD, Cairo, New York
15 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"I'm just a musical prostitute my dear!"


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.


Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.



SciArc

MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!