AUTUMN-SENSE brisk in the morning air nips your cheeks and nose to rosy as tender words linger aloft in cinnamon spiced coffee breaths with your love you smile beneath a canopy of dew laden clusters in the warmest colors while a great quest you plan to acquire the perfect pumpkin and in the afternoon when the grass has grown high in hiatus from the mower scatterings of brilliant orange, yellow and red offerings swirl in unsettled breezes around you too swift to grasp they fall and tumble atop bright green waves until they are harvested into huge oak and maple aromatic pillow piles to which you run leap and land knowing ever-so-softly and laughing pick out the bits from each others hair and sweaters and when you find the grandest one you will write "i love you" on it with silver and gold ink in your finest hand and gift it to your beloved then that night you'll alight before the first fire where your eyes shall intend intimacy's sacred dance and so the hearth will be warmed by more than cascading embers and you'll sip in the after-glow sweet hot cider wine while your hearts beat in complement to the music of the sap in the split pine logs for they smolder spent as well... and sometimes it's very true an autumn evening is so hushed only the great amber moon speaks. BACK TO CONTENTS Copyright ©2006 Sterling Whispers   All rights reserved. No written part of this publication may be reprinted without written permission of the author.