Green not gold

A Poem by BenjaminJames

A love poem for a girl I wish I could give the world

The crisp October gust that made your hair dance angelic around my eager face
Started blowing on the opposite side of the world, in the early morning hours of yesterday
And she talks of vacationing there
Were the leaves still hold strong to trees green not gold
Speaking with eloquence as she admitted her hatred for the cold
We layed for what felt like minutes as we watched the moon punch in and the sun clock out
Gazing with eyes dripping of intimacy until all the golden leaves drifted to brown