Autumn
When a gentle breeze sweeps past me overwhelming my senses and arousing the bittersweet memories in my heart . . .
I don’t want it to end
When I witness the glimmer of a full moon across the lake on a dark quiet night
Like lingering on the last few pages of a really good novel . . .
I don’t want it to end
When I am lured by the soft sounds of chirping crickets out my window I surrender to a peaceful, dreamy slumber. . .
I don’t want it to end