The Autumn Lover

Where wind walks leafbeats linger long

The brushed breath rushing limbs, bark, flush

The furl, unwhirling season’s dress.

While ages guess a searching sight

Confesses stress, the instress, prides

The bond a fast and firmness, fonds

Air’s hand and heart. The bare bliss lips

And loves as leaves blush, lush, unhush

To dearest. Aeons run and fall

Where wind, a loyal lover, walks

Through nature’s moods to meet beloved.

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