From the waining days of summer 

through the golden days, 

pushing toward the cold nap of time,

seasons change with precise apogee


Leaves change  color: shades of red, orange and yellow, 

float from cathedral height,

burn in curbside fire,  turn ash white, 

drift through chilly evening air 

bringing sweet nostalgia 

to all who breathe 

the smoky mist.  


Within the room of lives 

bodies dance with warm affection 

in softest shadows sharing with sweet accord

the eternal dream;  cherished touch,

new born love, 

the harmony of a song not yet heard.  


Wrapped in midnight darkness

eyes closed in wonder and delight, 

within the whispered sounds of 

softest accord 

the harmony of the song