I know it hurt,
words said that night...
the way they touched your soul
left you aching and burnt,
and you know they that
are close to you are
oh so unaware
of what they do and say,
but I'm here for you,
each night and each day,
and I'll choose to
remember the good
from that October night:
The campfire crackle,
snacks and s'mores,
getting ready for bed,
making our camp in the night,
then seeing your skin
in the Harvest Moon light,
love in the cool air chill,
and rest in my heart
your presence does fill —
despite disappointment,
I'm still glad that in
nature's autumn night
we were there,
in love under the moon
where for one another
we could give affection
and care.
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Autumn Moods
PoetryPumpkin spice, apple ciders and campfires on chilly nights -- poetry and prose for the fall season.