An Early Stroll
Clear sky above, crisp breeze of dawn
gently blowing on our sun-tanned skin.
Lost in the autumnal beauty before us,
we hear the leaves crackle as fire logs.
No bird songs to greet the golden-colored sunrise,
only two lonely souls walking as it grows and shines.
Many distant thoughts of Yule and gifts
escape from us with only joy to embrace.
The sunshine feels warm as the morning advances,
a few clouds appear and cast a shadow on the waves.
This path leads to a rolling hill which we ardently seek,
from here dreams never flee to disarm love's heartbeat.
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Michael J. Falotico's contest,
" Falling In Love In Fall "
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