IT was upon the burst of autumn
    those explosions of colour
when your spirit and body
    seeped into my empty soul
Autumn, the second spring for me now
    my heart — a blooming flower
My soul before your grace embraced
    a bare branch against the wind
N’ver believing this river again would flow
    frozen before I met your lovely face
So delicious your autumn spring of spice
    each bare leaf a swollen flower
I tremble in your presence as you sway
    upon my rock this and every day
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