It is the time of year <br />When October steals the daylight. <br />The stars shine a little brighter, <br />The air more crisp than usual, <br />Filled with pine and pollen <br />And absent that forlorn sting <br />Winter always brings <br />With it’s snow flakes and <br />Christmas lights. <br />Yes, autumn arrives <br />In her orange pumpkins <br />And trick-or-treaters, <br />The piles of dead leaves <br />Lining my lawn. <br />The county apple fair <br />And it’s classic carnival lights, <br />A sea of eyes in the dark, <br />And bodies swaying to some <br />No-name country band, <br />Words of George Jones <br />Or Merle Haggard curse the air. <br />This is the season <br />For beginnings and goodbyes, <br />Two lovers’ breaths haloed in <br />The clandestine fog, <br />The earth swirling beneath feet <br />Too giddy and quick in love, <br />And the brisk night, <br />That sacred, surreal moment <br />When again, your lips found mine. <br />This is the holiday for us, <br />When time begins as ours, <br />Our carousel does not stop <br />When the vendors pack up <br />And the music fades away. <br />The high wire is only raised, <br />And the bed it is our lovers stage <br />As well as the haven of our hiding place.<br /><br />Stacy Lynn Mar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-autumn/
