November 4th: a poem

November 4th

I fall

I fall as the maple leaves in the wind

I sway as the breeze pushes me to and fro all throughout the woods.

I follow no path, I just follow where you take me.

I hear nothing but the sounds of your autumnal voice

I care not of the whispers of others around us

I only see your cool, beautiful, welcoming face

I feel whole in your embrace, in this sacred seasoned place.

I’ll fall for you until the seasons stop turning.


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