AUTUMN CHILL IS IN THE AIR

AUTUMN CHILL IS IN THE AIR

The autumn chill is in the air,
It echoes through the streets so fair,
And climbs the orchard trees in bloom,
The apples in their sweet perfume.

The autumn chill creates a stir,
With memories of the way we were,
In full regalia on the lawn,
All our wedding finery on.

Cathedral bells they tolled the songs,
And all our voices sang along,
Echoing with love divine,
The holy blessings of our times.

I wrapped my arms around you tight,
To shield you from the coming night,
And taste the mysteries in your lips,
The heaven in your fingertips.

The autumn chill caressed the throng,
That followed as we moved along.
On horseback carriage down the lane,
My heart was calling out your name.

And later in that rustic place,
With all our future dreams in place,
The inn we spent our honeymoon,
Shimmered sweet its fragrant tune.

And naked in our wedding bliss,
I felt my skin weld soft with yours,
The sweet expression of a kiss,
Across these sacred contours.

The next days teemed with quiet walks,
Gathering apples, cider fine,
The grand conclusion that began
The day your heart uncovered mine.

The autumn chill is in the air, 
It echoes loud its overture,
And fills this harvest time with cheer,
This love of ours with gladness pure.

-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2014
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