IT WAS AUTUMN

 

It was autumn,
and a far flung moon
danced off stage
as we tiptoed
into love.

A new dawn,
under that tall maple..
watching the curve
of your spine
wrapped in
a blaze of color.

Mad chaos of the leaves,
their fragile curls
cradling us both
while a fragment
of total nothingness
closed over the moment.

Such tender mercies
danced in the wind
as you captured my heart.