Autumn Bliss

The sun puffs its chest from behind the
already auburn leaves.
He and she leave, nervous hand in sweaty palm.
Moccasins gently crush the chestnut leaves,
and they steal glances at the other.
Cheeks painted crimson with
bashfulness and innocence.

A photo snapped in the most perfect dew sprinkled
field.
Sweet, timeless tones woven from a wooden guitar,
lost in the vast lavender expanse of atmosphere.

Go with him, you'll be forever young.
Forever sweet.
Captured in the rapture
of autumn bliss.