autumn

Tonight, a warm wind
and I
strayed into each other's path
and it reminded me
of love's birth and
tenderness.

To turn and find
your face
                   mirroring
my face;
hearing my mind
trip from your lips;
and to feel your heartbeat
fleetingly sqeeze mine
in a parting embrace,
reminds me:

The long season of
weeping sky and
patient earth is at an end;
and I turn (from you)
to kiss that changing wind.