Slipping into autumn

Distant mountaintops
Enveloped in morning mist
Peer through the sheer veil

The oaks and maples
Greenly blanket the hillside
One yellowed aspen

The air hints of frost
Dawn’s first blush painted across
Your face soft with sleep.
I pull the blankets closer
Your body warm against mine.

So talk to me, baby ...

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