The breath of autumn welcomes me
with cool and lissome whispering
that falls among sweet, gentle leaves
and sets my lips to whistling.

We walk along a forest path
which winds around a lovely knoll --
a musky, pungent, floral bath,
a drink that purifies my soul. 

She circles with bewitching grace
adorned in nature's gaudy dress
and offers up a gorgeous face
that pledges peaceful, charming rest.

Thus, I am granted my last wish,
embraced in autumn's luscious kiss.