Carried on the Autumn Breeze

The autumn light grows gentle now, gold drifting through the trees. Leaves of copper, flame, and fire are stirring in the breeze.

They loosen from the summer branch that held them safe so long, then rise into the open air
like notes within a song.

Once I believed the turning leaves were whispers of goodbye. The fading of the brighter days, the cooling of the sky.

But time has shown a kinder truth, in every swirling flight.
The leaves are not surrendering. They’re dancing in the light.

And there you stand beside me still, as seasons come and go,
your hand as warm within my own as all the years we know.

My fire.
My warmth.
My love.

If this is autumn for our lives, then let it find us here
not clinging to the branch behind, nor bowing down to fear.

For love, like autumn’s glowing trees, grows deeper as it grows. Its colors richer in the light each passing season shows.

And when the autumn wind arrives to stir the amber skies,
let it find us locked together, like two autumn leaves in flight, 

Turning toward the sunlight
and rising with the breeze,
carried through the golden air
like music through the trees.