At Winter's Door Poem by my Words my song

Soft leaves float gently carpeting your path as we strolled in the Fall, when you fell into my arms of wanting.

Like a lifting gentle breeze that swirled amongst the leaves you whispered a warm love upon my ear, which is inclined to hear your soft echoes.

Standing hand in hand one woman, one man, hoping by some circumstance we radiate as the Sun. Shining force of light ignites hearts embered with passion as sun slowly sets on the venture.

We pass over the evening still tingling with the seasoning of an autumn time. We cuddle our cups of cocoa and wait breathlessly while we knock on winter's door.