Summer storms have passed
autumn is on the doorstep
falling leaves arrive

Holding our sweet creamy dreams
let them not shatter on floor

Trust dreams quiescent
muse remaining autumn scene
more timely imbue

Dreams of cluttered entrances
pumpkin head scarecrows, cobwebs

Meadows glowing gold
harvest moon drifts slowly by
sunsets of our dreams

Cool evenings sweet serenade
children kick the fallen leaves

Adolescents roll
windbreakers breaking dry leaves
innocent first kiss

To each glowing face anew
the ancient song is playing

Love the way you feel
loving the way I'm feeling
let love take us there

Where sorrows have not a place
where filicity prevails

But falls harvest calls
demeter's sorrowful search
season of decline

As hibernation soon wears
our mother nature beauties

Don't want to let go
keeps me warm all seasons
my love forever

There is then reason for me
to wait for the sun to rise

That love is to me
a fine inner glow that ties
with truth no lies

Sunshine with clouds passing by
so real is my time with her

Then evening covers
both embracing out of view
love just sneaking through

Tempered feelings touch bliss
abandonment with a kiss

Mark
Rula
Barbara
Ian
Ron