Windy morning
Rustling leaves
You reach for my hand and place it
Inside the warmth of your glove
For a moment I feel you hesitate
And I,
Suddenly afraid,
Remember that you
Do not belong to me
You lean over to whisper
The warmth of your breath
Tickles, trickles,
Down the length Of my spine
And I giggle
A bit madly
Without a thought to the erratic winter ahead
Then, on a spur
As if to serenade us
Dozens, hundreds,thousands of leaves
Begin to float, flutter,
A storm of chromatic rhythm
Freewheeling
Dancing
All around us
Intoxicated, we stand
In stillness
Drowning in petals
Our hearts whipping in the wild wind
I know how they feel
The October leaves
I am also consumed,
Touched
Inspired
By your slick, glossy
Mystery
I nuzzle in closer
To rest my girlish hopes
On your schoolboy reveries
I want to sparkle for you
I want to fall for you
Just as they do
~ MJ Donnery
