Thursday, October 8, 2009

Ecstasy in the Aspens

Sitting by the road, absorbed

With the yellowing of leaves and

The crispness of fall in the air,

I did not hear you come to me.

You stood behind, and

Not knowing why,

I embraced you.

There in the quaking Aspens,

I gave myself to you in celebration of

The surrounding beauty.

My love, as I leave,

I travel with you in my heart

And wait until we meet again.

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