Autumn Lovers

Autumn Lovers

By Benjamin Macnair

They are as close

as two leaves bound 

by a vicious Eastwind.

Their visible breath,

entwines around the end

of conversations.

Their cheeks are as red,

as any crimson leaf.

Autumn is a time for lovers.

For memory.

For fireworks.

Bonfires.

Scary movies.

Marshmallows.

Remembrance.

So it is that my brightest

Autumn memory,

will be the one I carry of you.