You come to me, coloring my autumn
With loyalty's crimson and passion's gold,
To scent my thoughts with sage and cinnamon,
And touch my soul with kisses soft and bold.
Clinging to memories, bitter and sweet
And singing your songs of forevermore,
You claim my heart, I surrender defeat
Remembering us as we were before
But I know that this is but trick of night,
A tender escape from my winter's truth.
For you are gone into the shadowed light
That stole the breath of me left without you.
I slip to dreams, fragrant bowers within
Autumn's grasp, and I remember again.
© mdbadgerow 2009
Written for the CTSS challenge
Phrase: fragrant bowers within
Host: Dawa (moon spirit)
By Myrna D.
© 2009 Myrna D.
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