Love, as we hold
each others hands
and see the sun rise
over a foggy morning
in early February
am reminded of
times we did spend
together last autumn
when weather was
cool and not so warm
when the wind was
as chilly as it is now
and the colours were
as much as they are now
just that there were
no petals or flowers
just leaves in varied
hues, crumbling to
the barren ground.
I walked on the road
to hear the leaves
crumble under my
feels and yours too
I held your hands
tightly, close to me
for you may not
hit a stone there
hidden beneath those
pale yellow leaves
and now I hold you
again to ensure
that you do not
hit the stones lost
in beauty of this
yellow mustard fields
