the chill in the wind
has failed to cool this desire;
I’ve won – for tonight –
this struggle to master the heart.
A victory parade
of Autumn’s quiet leaves
celebrating in the street,
cheering us on
into blissfull acceptance,
rolling in the piles of
confetti the trees have
thrown down in their praise;
grand standing –
stars beaming joy;
moon grinning ear to ear;
Lovers kiss for Historic post-cards
Saved:Stored:Kept
for one thousand lifetimes
in the soul.