Summer love leads to fall.
Autumnal changes effects all.
Leaves turn, soon to drop.
Life moves on and won’t stop.
Chills felt to the bone.
Warmth’s gone when alone.
Seasons cycle as they must.
Tomorrows come, we have to trust.
Truth felt in the heart.
Minds make lies art.
Sleep’s unknown for many a night.
Sadness fills each line I write.
If not loved a future is to find.
If not a poet, perhaps then blind.
Hues created we want to see.
Now the fall’s here for you and me.
Sunsets in September
colors to remember
share life’s clues
no time for regret
or too forget
the September sunset
I feel a masterpiece is on the way.
But don’t look now, it’s not today.
I’ll write it all in a lyrical rhyme.
I’ll write of joy and precious time.
I’ll write of life and of love.
I’ll write of stars that shine above.
I’ll write of places that we’ve seen.
And the quiet times in between.
We’ve delightful dinners with lovely views,
and our times together with no shoes.
I’ll write of walks in the sand.
I’ll write of sunsets hand in hand.
I feel this masterpiece is well underway.
I feel it growing every day.
Now volumes I’ll write of loving you.
With a lifetime ahead before it’s through.
When apart, memories I find.
Your portrait’s painted across my mind.
A soundtrack plays, we dance slow.
Visions rewind and forward we go.
Our time apart,
let’s call it art,
performed for you and me.
of time elated,
hearts and minds set free.
cos soon you’ll be greeted,
by dreams and wishes related.
our passion consumes,
inhibitions now defeated.
The curtain will close,
the applause still goes
and fantasy’s now to start.
The love that we’ve made,
is never to fade,
and encores forever to see.
The future awaits your love song,
so I’ll keep writing, it won’t be long.
It’ll be the story of a lucky guy.
He looked to the heavens and given the sky.
His clouds paint murals of contemplation.
The wind whispers melodic inspiration.
In the dark of night visions now clear and bright.
The day’s sunlight consumed by your sight.
Sunrise’s more vibrant as each new day begins.
Sunsets shared and this lucky guy wins.
A simple flower, delicate and strong,
its life has meaning though not for long.
Enduring the sun, wind and rain,
it’s simple of purpose, a day again.
Nurturing beauty for all to share,
flowers all, if simply we dare.