Whispers of Winter's Embrace
Contrasts of red, orange, and green grace.
Oak, birch, and grass, a vibrant array,
As temperature falls, clothes gain sway.
Upon a wooden bench 'neath maple's hue,
Leaves fall like feathers, crackling anew.
Every shift, even slight, heard clear,
Beside my love, snug in fluffy gear.
In each other's arms, we find reprieve,
Head on shoulder, close as we breathe.
Breezes whisper secrets, drawing near,
Tender, no itch to fear.
Hands warmed perfectly, shoes don't ache,
Scent of shampoo, a sweet, gentle wake.
Birds chirp amidst our tender hold,
In this peace, our slumber unfolds.
In the quiet calm, we drift away,
Lost in love's embrace, 'neath Winter's sway.
A.V
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