The summer’s heat has fled on burning wing,
To leave the woods in robes of amber hue;
Behold the leaves, a golden offering,
Beneath a sky of fading, frost-kissed blue.
Our love is likened to this season’s grace,
No longer wild with spring’s unbridled bloom;
But holding in a calm and sacred space,
The scent of ripened fruit and sweet perfume.
The russet path where walking shadows blend,
Reflects the gentle ochre of your gaze;
Though cold winds rise and winter storms descend,
We find our warmth within the fireplace blaze.
Let frost weave silver on the window pane,
The night draws in, yet we feel no despair;
For in this autumn love we shall remain,
Safe from the biting chill of winter air.
In the twilight of the year, love does not wither; it transforms. This piece reflects upon the profound comfort found in established affection—a sanctuary of warmth that stands resilient against the encroaching winter, celebrating the beauty of endurance and the season of mellow fruitfulness.
