September Morn Poem by Helen Crutchett
September Morn
you stepped out of my dream
into my September morn
dappled sunlight caressing
Autumn leaves bright and
perfect
love blossomed from shadows of the
night into the full embrace
of the warming sun
touching
our souls with the heat
of a poet's passion and
the haunting harmony
of a soft symphony
played in our hearts
beating as metronomes
in perfect rhythm to the
dance of love in
our
sacred garden of delights ~
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