Swirling Leaves

A sensual love poem.

Golden glow surrounds us

in the twilight of the year

when swirling leaves come falling

and Halloween is near.

Warm smells of bon fires

permeate the air

as swirling leaves come falling

landing in my hair.

We dance around the fire

as you stoke the flames

and swirling leaves come falling

as you whisper out my name.

Enjoying crisp fall weather

making love to keep us warm

when swirling leaves come falling

wrapped in each other's arms.

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

Lovely words fall without effort. You easily draw me in to read this and love every word thereafter.