Autumn

To what shall I compare thee?
Shakespeare’s summer day,
Freedom, warmth and light.
Sand beneath my feet.
Ocean waves in the evening.
No…
You are my autumn,
The wilting of past mistakes
Into a grand love.
The shedding of harsh exterior
The cool comfort of shade.
Crisp, open, gentle
Pure, sweet, soft…
The unique beauty of Fall.
The whispering of a leaf’s descent,
Captured in awe…
Grace found in auburn hills,
Love sought in open skies.
Hearts intertwined,
Happiness
Gentle sigh.