Blushed crimson 'midst flickering glow of firelight
as fragrant eucalypt burns in the hearth;
golden flames leap high, popping and crackling,
she watches at the window, down the path.
His brisk rap on the door- she runs to answer,
to greet her love, accept his lingering kiss;
their closeness an amazing, blessed union,
no fickle romance or pretence is this.
He stays a while until black storm clouds threaten,
knowing the storms of autumn come in swift.
Some clouds are brownish-lined, thus signifying
an early snow, with danger 'til they lift.
So strong and single-minded is her darling,
with clarity of thought to do what's right.
He bids a sweet adieu, then does not tarry,
to charge his powerful steed into the night.
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