September Morn

 

September Morn

 

You stepped out of my dreams

into my September morn

dappled sunlight caressing

autumn’s coloured leaves

 

bright and perfect

 

love bloomed from shadows of the

night into the full embrace

of the warming sun

 

touching

 

our souls with the heat

of a poet’s passion

the haunting harmony

of a soft symphony

 

played in our happy hearts

beating as metronomes

in perfect rhythm to the

dance of love in our

 

sacred garden of delights ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

　

　

　(c) Helen M. Crutchett  2011 (All rights reserved)