Leaves fall gently
From the thistle trees
Whistling whispers
As it blows by my ear
Catching the leaf,
You put it in my hand.
We relish the majestic
Golden beauty of this autumn leaf,
Crisp and ripe for raking
I brush the whispers
Across my cheek
You trace my lips looking
In my deep wondering eyes.
Kissing me with autumn lips
The leaf falls readily from my hand
Whispering the secrets of our love