As the autumn quietly abandons the forest, slipping through the brush whispering
the trees are silent now, occasionally entertaining a ghost or a lost leaf,
and I remember My Love, some of our moments there, and you –
your face peeking through your big coat smiling
sipping pumpkin spice latte. A twinkle
still remains in your eyes,
of the brilliant reds
and the glow of gold.
And My Love you are so beautiful at all times,
I can’t wait to see your light shining again
in the snow.
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