remember how …

Raucous autumn skirts round carnal flirt;
rain tiered breeze stirs interest wild,
gold-leafs thought, recalls warmer time.
Anticipation senses change is due,
sweet November shower scents first move.

Coy night slides low day to silken shade,
where I dream. Alone – but for you,
teasing velvet from grey sky to wind
around my tired fingertips, lest I
forget how seasons follow one another.

 

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