The snap of a twig And here we are It’s all more brittle now Greens turn to brown But for a moment a pause In intermediate hues The sepia tone saturates The orange overflows Savor these moments of color Signals flying overhead Warn of frigid air conquest Distant flames battle the march And side by side Autumn air fills our lungs Crisp as the leaves we tread Reflecting on warmer days Awaiting our winter hibernation A transition Summer’s last breath Is accompanied by soft conversation Nothing is rushed Though the world is dying Our love is still in bloom We still have many seasons in the sunlight