Sleeping in Your arms, embraced by beauty
Of the soft majestic autumn night;
Setting all uncertainties aside,
In the way the luscious season suiting.
Windy rush breaks in, for colors looting,
In the sumptuous cuddling countryside.
Sweetest sounds fill it side to side
In the peaceful line of cricket duty.
Whispering love sonnets and sweet things,
Dieting on ashberry fall potion,
Lovers settle arguments in motion
Of touch-downs, cream puffs and hot drinks.
Soaking in the hot tub; soothing lotion,
Seems like the order of the day, till spring.
08/31/11
