By Shadygirl    fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 4 November 1998

Lying in Autumn

Reach for me
my love
in the slowest
lazy days
of  autumn.

Your magic breath
curls around words
that cause vague vertigo,
lying in the wavy grass.

Earth’s framework
holds us, under an
expanse of violet
in the distinct and joyful 
silent music of
nature.

A defenseless young moan
takes the muffled 
plunge into the grass
beside your ear, 
and you reach for me again.