a good season for falling

NOVEMBER THE SIXTH

The world is full of love.

Earth kisses sky kisses stars,

hard ground embraces fallen leaves,

meaningful glances flit between branches.

 

Autumn is a good season for falling.

Cuddle your sweetheart close

as the cool air crisps the end of your nose,

hands clasped tight against the chill.

 

Alone, I dance down silent streets

after today’s lovers have gone.

I pass lit windows and dark porches,

leaping, ducking and weaving.

 

Cupid, if your arrows can’t find their mark,

please don’t be alarmed.

It’s just that I am in love with autumn,

and autumn with me.

 

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