Red and gold fall. My goodness, how they dance, teasingly bumping on their slow descent. 

They touch the ground as bodies, falling into each other’s arms, seeking closeness after their detached summer existence. They fiercely love and imprint upon the earth with their warmth. The developing wind masks their cries as two become one in autumn’s sexiest display of fire. 

Winter twitches while watching closeby. Frost tries to be patient, and the snow, cold to touch, but warm in heart, gives the lovers time before gently covering them up.

They’re buried together as lovers should be.