All it took,
was that one
sunny afternoon
an unfamiliar trail,
the ripe harvest of the fall
our own demise
such was the trail
that held no comfort
we watched each other strain
to understand
why fantasy inside reality
might never mix
yet
there was one
walked away
still believing
in the beauty of a harvest
the warmth before the chill,
would hold our hearts
in quiet hibernation
until spring
when souls could reunite
in the beauty of
Nature’s form.