Beneath The Apple Boughs Poem by Tan Pratonix

Beneath the apple boughs
Autumn had stripped bare,
The scent of honey in the air
Lingered with the bees.
My love and I stood there,
Sun streaming through the trees;
I smoothed her copper hair
And kissed a velvet cheek.

Beneath the apple boughs
Time stood still a while,
And with a tender smile
Watched me and my love
Beneath the mosaic.
Her heart beat like a dove,
The flame swelled at the wick
And melted at our feet.