Deep in an evening
Autumn’s glory faded grey
Even frogs are still
The sugar maple
Prepares herself for evening
Wearing her red dress
Fasten the necklace
Fingers warm against my nape
Eyes meet in the glass
The two walk slowly
Her cheeks reddened with the cold
Or was it his kiss?
My toes are ice cubes
Sliding along your warm legs
I smile at your squeals
Warm apple cider
Laced with cloves and cinnamon
Sweet with memories
whimsy~mimsy 
Oct 17, 2012 @ 02:59:06
Very nice poem. BTW, I nominated you for the “One Lovely Blog Award.” You can see the details in my blog post.
Oct 17, 2012 @ 03:31:13
Thanks!! That was really kind of you! I’ll try to get in asap. On my phone usually makes it difficult.