Dancing in the autumn cool
‘Neath the multicoloured grove,
Where fallen leaves are rustling
Softly, and wind-borne leaves rove.

There’s a shower of whirling
Colours floating gracefully around.
They seem quite mesmerized that
True love they chanced to have found.

Floating, they join us in dance,
Falling like we are in love.
High branches, like my heart, are
Pouring more out from above.

We are separated from
The world by our pure passion.
Likewise, the leaves from the trees
Part in similar fashion.

Is it odd that this moment
Put us in love’s dimension,
Where we are free from our cares
And mundane apprehension?

Your suave skin entices, and
Your toboggan I remove
So that the wind might deal with
Your hair as it should behoove.

It streams out long behind you
Like love through eternity.
I swear as your beauty shines,
I hear a sylvan melody.

It comes softly on the breeze,
Just as love comes silently,
Announcing its sweet presence
Quite clairaudiently.

The mind perceives its coming
Long after the heart has known.
Oh, why can’t every moment
Be an autumn day alone?