borne

Borne by the breeze into Autumn's sweet kiss-

Out of the heat of Summer's gone bliss,

The bluster and blister of love gone awry-

The cool, gentle Autumn bids you rest by her side

She expects nought but amity

The touch of a hand

For only a moment forget

Distant lands

Troy could not find as fair a maid,

Her expression firm, eyes with mercy laid

With nurturing caresses she traces lined cares,

Wiping away sobbing tears with a prayer

That she whispers on lips

Full and ripe

Like the harvest that readily waits for its time

Her arms reach out to save and to hold

Fingertips erase scars with the warmth of their hold

Winter will come, soon but not late

For now just follow Fall's smooth steady gait