Dear Autumn,

I see that day now,
it’s gold-sunlight kissed
with apple crisp air on my lips.
Tart laughter stained our cheeks,
and our eyes glittered,
feasting, on the velveteen
sincerity of each other.
We tramped through 
marbled russet mud,
pillars of green light.
We sang wine lullabies 
with blackberry stain hands.
And we held each other harder
because it was the last time.

Goodbye and ever yours, 
Summer