Jo Lynn EhnesAllen

Love
is found;
enraptured
are two, then shared
...

Autumnal winds caress my face
as summer's heated breeze expires.
The years have quickened in their pace,
foregoing my misplaced desires.
...

When life becomes a trembling world of fear,
you question every single move you make,
afraid your loving soul will disappear;
for danger looms, awaiting your mistake.
...

Alone, awaiting warmth to show,
I'm stroked by autumn's final breeze.
These vibrant branches once aglow
are now suppressed by time's disease.
...

Revealed unto my waiting soul;
the secret keeper of the key.
A tender touch unveils his role
as rings of love encompass me.
...