Days pull me close like an arduous lover
As Seasons bear witness at the cusp of my lips
While passion lays thick like fog
The grass stands in awe
Indistinguishable against the setting sun

My ear catches the whisper
Of lover’s prayers falling from heaven
‘Let go’ they say
Lay with me a while In fleeting moments as the last draws near

These melancholy days transpire In love with autumn
But mourning the Departure of sweet summer nights
How blissfully simple the stance she took
As she peered at me over her shoulder
And beckoned me follow

Moon lit dew shown like crystal sands
The oak tree not yet bearing fruit
The earth heaved at her roots
A seed of sorrow sown there flowers
Full bloom….

-Adam J. Steele