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Finding love in a wet October wood |
| 24 lines Octobers' Flower First night of frost, my finger tips You loved by lifting to your lips And kissed them warmly with your breath So they'd not freeze and fall to death. And though I knew my hands turned warm I hid the knowledge -- gentle harm Lest your hands should them release And fall away to fell our peace. In October woods of fading green We ploughed the feathered leaves, the sheen Of rain and sleet had dyed to brown Until Fall winds could blow them down. And in the steps of love's shy child Careful we trod lest love too wild Like leaves blown down to muddy soil Should fall away to rot and spoil Yet fearing perhaps that we would tread Too softly and but fall instead Of rising, eye to eye I faced Your eyes bewitched, and then embraced Your gentle chin with fingertips And raised it up to plant on lips Our first kiss - so in Fall's bower Bloomed our love -- Octobers' flower. |