Moments of idyll, so few and far between
A screened in porch, the first strains of Fall
Beginning to play gently until being ramped up
Coolness touching our skin just enough to feel
Like a cold draught of water on a July day
Swish and scratch of giant leaves tumbling
Down and down until with soft landing
They hit the ground only feet from us
But mostly, it's you in my arms, fragrant and soft
Your warmth radiating through me, your influence
Slowing me down and bringing about relaxation
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