I wrote to you last autumn, around this time
Can’t say I expected a prompt reply,
It was more akin to an anticipation sublime
So hard to accept you would neglect to try
Autumn can do that to a woman, you know
Words become a casualty of war of the heart,
If another man was present, why not say so?
Of your silence, understandable, it played a part
Perchance, however, there was no particular other
Is it unthinkable to surmise you’d lost faith in autumn?
Its ability to inspire you to want to hold another
“Trust phobias,” believe me, many of us have fought ’em
If you could do me this one favor this fall season
Lend me your faith—an agreed-upon term loan,
You’re at liberty to call it, rescind it for any reason
I’m determined this human transaction you won’t bemoan
I could go it alone, I have no problem with that
A man is no good to a woman if not centered within,
For the honor of your autumn hand, I’ll go to bat
Homemade enchilada soup with an honored friend
Is what life should be gifted when fall sets in
Would you like to attend a community play with me?
After, we can share mocha frappes at the Firehouse Den
And warm zucchini bread from the in-house bakery
Yeah, lend me your faith, loan me your fragile trust
We could go it alone, sure, but autumn wants its say,
Looks like rain, my stowed umbrella I’ve wiped the dust
I look forward to seeing you tonight, it’s Pamper-Her-Friday….
I just, I can’t do autumn without you
Why is every fallen leaf a subtle reminder,
It was that lonesome fall a triple years ago
A self-promise I made to eventually find her
My favorite color happens to be October
Perhaps the foliage has something to do with it,
Not that other seasons render me an interloper
But with you in autumn, woman, my soul is lit
Notice the weather is angry with a terrible violence
God help California’s Napa and Sonoma Valley,
To Puerto Rico, with love, for you I pray in silence
It’s times like these that Harry is holding Sally
Just a little closer is my embrace in autumn
Would you like to nestle your palm inside my hand?
A lakeside walk among a trove of mustard trees
Leaf-ribbons float in lung-worthy air unplanned
I thought I could do autumn without you
But a caramel pumpkin latte deserves a twin,
October may just be your favorite color, too
Come, Pamper-Her-Friday is about to begin…
Should this fall note be found amid the rustling leaves
I pray it nestles in the palms of a woman in Autumn,
Lose herself in lyrics my bare-naked soul giveth
The well from which it derives is without bottom
A river runs through it, leaves float along a stream
This chill in the air is the distance between us,
Have you ever met a fall-loving man in Autumn?
The sole passenger am I on the coming autobus
It stops at the Pacific Electric Trail—mount-top
Among the fragrant knotty pines and the sycamores,
Away from the asphalt jungle, colors lost to smog
A nature-cleansed space where the new season’s yours
Thoughts fall where they may, it’s like a second May
Every leaf is a flower begging we admire its hue,
You, too, woman, have changed with the west wind
Your eyes, they, they’ve turned emotionally anew
I can’t put my finger on it, but something’s there
A love affair, is it, seeking you and me this season?
It’s in the air, woman, like morning dew in your hair
The perfect scarf and a beanie for you, my reason…
…is found in your eyes, those come-pamper-me eyes
Amid the rustling leaves may you find my fall note,
My silent prayer: it nestles in your fingers in Autumn
Know, you must, love lives in each word I wrote
Have you ever met a warm, caring, fall-loving man?
I’m here.
Autumn.
Warmth & Sensitivity,
Rg2
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Pamper the woman . . . and begin an Autumn romance. -Rg2
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