in autumn time
leaves melted
dripping down,
catching in our hair
golden sugar droplets
in ceaseless cascade,
hand in hand
only cool air between us
birds gave last song
before the encroaching winter
i could look to my side
see her and still know
the reason for my breath
and last two decades,
it was a leap
as great as a stags
that my heart did,
clasping hand tighter
reassurance that all this
was permanent

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Comments
  1. I grew up near Frodsham. It’s so lovely there.

  2. brian miller says:

    smiles…i like that heart leaping like a stag…and the close…the hope of permenance as well…nice…

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