I Like This Season Poem by guillermo veloso

I Like This Season



I feel the breeze that comes
With your breath, the shift in
temperature that comes with your kiss
There is a turning on its axis the world
seems to like, as
Autumn light
Pours out like honey over the fields
I like this season when you shed your green to
Become Aphrodite in gold and bronze
The grape is pressed, its essence wets your lips
Wine deep and love profound
I like this season

Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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