“ dueling well into dawn “

My favorite moment throughout the year is that first

morning chill that comes in September.

It always like a gentle kiss upon my cheek as my soul

seems to stir and awakens with that first kiss of Autumn.

I will slowly drift through the corridors of my memories

a countless collection of images from the splendors of Autumn.

The golden haze of moonlight on the hills come October.

That one shade of russet that always makes me smile.

It was the first image I had of her,

the one she wanted me to have.

The image I was always to think of

whenever she came into my thoughts.

By our first Indian Summer, what began on that midsummer day

had become almost frightening, oh was I in love

and lost within loves insanity.

My thoughts come Autumn always journey back

to our hidden glenn where we made loved

amidst her wildflowers.

On cloudless nights when the Stars began to blush,

giving us little winks as they viewed the passion we shared.

While those that streaked across the sky their cameras flashing

as they glimpsed upon the flames we ignited.

My thoughts will always return to her russet hair

the taste of wine and begotten moans.

And the joy and pleasures of our Indian Summer rides

as we collapsed into each other’s arms,

tongues dueling well into dawn.