New Love In Late August Poem by DM W

O the clear flash of heaven in your eyes
Fills me with warm surprise, as summer dies!
I recall the bridge, by the river, where we
First met. O it still permeates my dreams!
Now autumn is approaching, and perhaps,
I need to see the colours change, then grasp
Your tender beauty and hold it close like
A glowing treasure amidst darkest night.
I hope our love will mature like vintage wine,
Amidst September's red and ochre signs.