And though autumn came

they still looked above

for where their wings

had left their hearts

when passion flowers

opened up

beneath a golden moon

 

He felt a pang of pleasant pain

a thrill of uncertainty

mildly masochistic

he wondered if she would leave him

to join the skeins of wild geese

that flew across the face of the glowing orb

their plaintive calls left him

with a stirring of echoes in his soul

 

She remembered their calls

and how she found their feathers  in her hair

long after his touch became the wind's wildest kiss

dancing across her naked form

in the twilight of their passing embrace

 

Slightly high on the aroma

of golden and crimson leaves

fallen from now bare trees

he recalls her scent

her taste

her touch

he is convinced she is coming back to him

he can hear her voice

in the awakening winter wind’s sigh

his spirit is at peace